Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by EDWARD HERBERT Poet's Biography First Line: Innumerable beauties, thou white haire Last Line: Thou seemest, wreath'd by some immortal hand. Alternate Author Name(s): Cherbury, 1st Baron Herbert Of; Herbert Of Cherbury, Edward Herbert, 1st Baron; Herbert Of Cherbury, Lord Subject(s): Love - Loss Of | ||||||||
INNUMERABLE beauties, thou white hair Spread forth like to a region of the air, Curl'd like a sea, and like ethereal fire Dost from thy vital principles aspire To be the highest element of fair; From thy proud heights thou so command'st desire, That when it would presume, it grows despair, And from itself a vengeance doth require; While absolute in that thy brave command, Knitting each hair into an awful frown Like to an host of lightnings, thou dost stand To ruin all that fall not prostrate down, While to the humble like a beamy crown Thou seemest, wreath'd by some immortal hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROSE AND MURRAY by CONRAD AIKEN THOUGH WE NO LONGER POSSESS IT by MARK JARMAN THE GLORY OF THE DAY WAS IN HER FACE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOVE COME AND GONE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 33 by JAMES JOYCE A SCOTCH SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE AN ODE UPON A QUESTION WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOREVER by EDWARD HERBERT DITTY IN IMITATION OF THE SPANISH: ENTRE TANTO QUE L'AVRIL by EDWARD HERBERT EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT |
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