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Oh, Beauty, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet!
How canst thou let me waste my youth in sighs;
I only ask to sit beside thy feet.
Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes,
Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not fold
My arms about thee—scarcely dare to speak.
And nothing seems to me so wild and bold,
As with one kiss to touch thy blessèd cheek.
Methinks if I should kiss thee, no control
Within the thrilling brain could keep afloat

The subtle spirit. Even while I spoke,
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Thursday, November 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
Limon Suyu 19 April 2017

Thenk yu very maç. This is a goog poem

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Jeremy Edwards 17 June 2016

One day, I'm going to try this out when a beautiful woman walks by me.

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 March 2016

sweetest Sweet! Nice work.

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Poem Luvah 19 April 2017

yes I like it almost TOO much! ! ! !

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Michael Walker 01 September 2019

Tennyson uses old-fashioned English-'thee', 'canst thou'- in parts, but the poem has a modern tone. 'Beauty' sounds like a beautiful woman, or it could be any form of beauty. Well worth reading.

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Ayush Panigrahi 01 September 2019

This is Truly a masterpiece Nicely Penned

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Uche Nwanze 01 September 2019

This is a masterpiece, deserving of poem of the day

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Like the soldiers who were made drowsy by the Lotos Fruits, Tennyson the great has again created a character who is infatuated with the beauty of beauty so successfully.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 September 2019

The bare word KISS hath made my inner soul To tremble like a lutestring, ere the note Hath melted in the silence that it broke.....touching expression with nice theme. It is a beautiful poem composed by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

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