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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FORMOSAE PUELLAE, by HERBERT P. HORNE First Line: Oh! Had you eyes, but eyes that move Last Line: Love, at the windows of the soul. | |||
OH! had you eyes, but eyes that move Within the light and realm of love, Then would you, on the sudden, meet A Helen walking down the street. Here in this London 'mid the stir, The traffic, and the burdened air, Oh! could your eyes divine their home, Then this were Greece, or that were Rome The state of Dian is not gone, The dawn she fled is yet the dawn; Her crystal flesh the years renew Despite her bodice, skirt, and shoe. Nor is she only to be seen With Juno's height, and Pallas' sheen; The knit, all-wondrously wrought, form Of Cytherea, soft and warm, Yet, like her jewelled Hesperus, Puts forth its light, and shines on us; Whene'er she sees, and would control, Love, at the windows of the soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NANCY DAWSON by HERBERT P. HORNE PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH INFANT JOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE VAMPIRE by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET: 130 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT |
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