HOWE comely hath Godde made her be, Gracióus and goode and fair of moulde That every man her doth beholde Must prayse her soul's consistencie. For who could tire of such as she Whose lovelinesse doth aye unfolde? Howe comely hath Godde made her be, Gracióus and goode and fair of moulde. Nor can I fynde by lande or sea, Or virgin maid or matron olde As doth such perfect graces holde; The thought of her is dream to me: Howe comely hath Godde made her be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH SYSTEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WHEN I HEARD AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY by WALT WHITMAN FOR A CHILD: 1. WALKING SONG by CHARLES WILLIAMS FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 1. MRS. VERNON CASTLE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |