Roses from Paestan rosaries! Roses from Paestan rosaries! More goodly red and white was she: More goodly red and white was she: Her red and white were harmonies, Her red and white were harmonies, Not matched upon a Paestan tree. Not matched upon a Paestan tree. Ivories blaunched in Alban air! She lies more purely blaunched than you: No Alban whiteness doth she wear, Ivories blaunched in Alban air! But death's perfection of that hue. She lies more purely blaunched than you: Nay! now the rivalry is done, No Alban whiteness doth she wear, Of red, and white, and whiter still: But death's perfection of that hue. She hath a glory from that sun, Who falls not from Olympus hill. -1893 Nay! now the rivalry is done, Of red, and white, and whiter still: She hath a glory from that sun, Who falls not from Olympus hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON REFUSAL OF AID BETWEEN NATIONS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ECSTACY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. THE GASTRIC MUSE by JOHN ARMSTRONG MERCY PLEADS by LUCRETIA STOUT BELLOWS MOURNING WOMEN by MATHILDE BLIND AN EPITAPH ON SIR JOHN PROWDE, LIEUTENANT TO CHARLES MORGAN by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |