Top 100 Poems About: BEAUTY


In this page, poems on / about “beauty” are listed.
  • 1.
    She Walks In Beauty

    She walks in Beauty, like the night
    Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
    And all that's best of dark and bright
    Meet in her aspect and her eyes: read more »

    George Gordon Byron
  • 2.
    To His Coy Mistress

    Had we but World enough, and Time,
    This coyness Lady were no crime.
    We would sit down, and think which way
    To walk, and pass our long Loves Day. read more »

    Andrew Marvell
  • 3.
    To Helen

    Helen, thy beauty is to me
    Like those Nicean barks of yore,
    That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
    The weary, wayworn wanderer bore read more »

    Edgar Allan Poe
  • 4.
    Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? (Sonnet 18)

    Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
    And summer's lease hath all too short a date. read more »

    William Shakespeare
  • 5.
    Sonnet 130: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
    Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. read more »

    William Shakespeare
  • 6.
    A Prayer For My Daughter

    ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid
    Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
    My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
    But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
    Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind. read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 7.
    I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils)

    I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils; read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 8.
    Beauty

    Oh, Beauty, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet!
    How canst thou let me waste my youth in sighs;
    I only ask to sit beside thy feet. read more »

    Alfred Lord Tennyson
  • 9.
    Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

    Earth has not anything to show more fair:
    Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
    A sight so touching in its majesty:
    This City now doth, like a garment, wear read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 10.
    A Forest Hymn

    The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
    To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
    And spread the roof above them,---ere he framed
    The lofty vault, to gather and roll back read more »

    William Cullen Bryant
  • 11.
    Ode On Melancholy


    No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
    Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
    Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed read more »

    John Keats
  • 12.
    Beauty

    The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,
    Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
    Without a thought of interest or advantage. read more »

    Wilfred Owen
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