Bright Starre of Beauty, fairest Faire alive, Rare president of peerelesse chastity; (In whom the Muses and the Graces strive, Which shall possesse the chiefest part of thee:) Oh let these simple lines accepted bee: Which here I offer at thy sacred shrine: Sacred, because sweet Beauty is divine. And though I cannot please each curious eare, With sugred Noates of heavenly Harmonie: Yet if my love shall to thy selfe appeare, No other Muse I will invoke but thee: And if thou wilt my faire Thalia be, Ile sing sweet Hymnes and praises to thy name, In that cleare Temple of eternall Fame. But ah (alas) how can mine infant Muse (That never heard of Helicon before) Performe my promise past: when they refuse Poore Shepheards Plaints? yet will I still adore Thy sacred Name, although I write no more: Yet hope I shall, if this accepted bee: If not, in silence sleepe eternally. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 15 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THAT GENERAL UTILITY RAG, BY OUR OWN IRVING BERLIN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO THE RAILROAD MEN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 37. NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) RECOGNITION by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST SANDY STAR: 2. LAUGHING IT OUT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |