So sweet the lyre, so musical the strain,
By which my suit, Belovëd! is expressed,
That, hearing them, no such indifferent breast
But welcomes Love and his delicious pain,
And opes to his innumerable train
Of sweet persuasions, lovely mysteries,
Brief angers, gentle reconcilements, sighs
And ardour unabash’d by proud disdain.
Yet, when I strive to sing what beauty dwells
Upon thy brow, so oft in scorn array’d,
My song upon the unworthy lips expires.
It must be loftier verse than mine that tells
Of loveliness like thine. My Muse, dismay’d,
Folds her weak wing and silently retires.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- FLORECER by Manolo Arriola
- Give Me Back My Rags #12 by Vasko Popa
- Olney Hymn 34: The Waiting Soul by William Cowper
- His Insufficiency Of Praise by Luis Vaz de Camoes
- Reverie Ofmahomed Akram At The Tamarind Tank
- We embraced and talked about rains by Vinko Kalinic
- if_i_were_king.html
- Poem For People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read Poetry by Stephen Dunn
- Atavism by William Stafford
- Эмиль Верхарн – Заблуждение
- The Lie by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Николай Гербель – Введение к поэме
- My Mother’s Grief
- From The Dark Chambers Of Dejection Freed by William Wordsworth
- The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies have Fall’n poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
