Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LYRIC, by P. H. B. LYON First Line: Leave the moon her white amazing Last Line: God's divinest creature. Alternate Author Name(s): L., P. H. B. Subject(s): Oxford University | ||||||||
LEAVE the moon her white amazing, Leave the happy stars their splendour; None of all their stolen beauty Could enchantment lend her. Where's the boast of summer roses, Or the show in winter weather, When her cheek doth entertain them Red and white together? Suns that sail away unclouded, And the sudden silver raining, Mingle in her eyes their sweetness, There to strive disdaining. Perfect as an inspiration, Seized ere faith and sight grew fainter, Boldly limned, with breath quick-coming, By a master-painter. Perfect in the strangest wonder Of each quaint imperfect feature, Fashioning in their completeness God's divinest creature. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRIST CHURCH MEADOWS, OXFORD by DONALD HALL OXFORD, THIRTY YEARS AFTER by JOHN UPDIKE THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SONNET: ON HAVING DINED AT TRINITY COLLEGE, OXFORD by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE THE BALLAD OF MY FRIEND by J. D. BEAZLEY LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES CHILD AND HER STATUE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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