Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A HEALTH, by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY Poet's Biography First Line: I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone Last Line: And weariness a name. Alternate Author Name(s): Pinkney, Edward Coote Subject(s): Admiration; Beauty; Mccausland, Georgiana | ||||||||
I FILL this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone. A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, 'T is less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows, As one may see the burdened bee Forth issue from the rose. Affections are as thoughts to her, The measures of her hours; Her feelings have the fragrancy, The freshness of young flowers; And lovely passions, changing oft, So fill her, she appears The image of themselves by turns, -- The idol of past years! Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon. Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SERENADE by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY VOTIVE SONG by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO FLUSH, MY DOG by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET: 46 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY |
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