To the Lips, by C. B. Langston
Ye beauteous lips! Ye fair but wily twins!
Partners in pleasures--co-expert in sins;
Portals t...
Ye beauteous lips! Ye fair but wily twins!
Partners in pleasures--co-expert in sins;
Portals t...
How grandly the sun sets! What gorgeous display!
Like gold in a crucible melting away,
Whose i...
Oh could I catch the fleeting thoughts that now
Through all my mind take their devious flight,
...
Thou hast not forgotten, thou could'st not forget,
The vow at our parting, the kiss when we m...
Thou gaudy insect! Fickle wanderer!
Thou art a living flower on the wing;
A wild voluptuary, ...
No art can rival thee, beautiful flower!
Sweet mother of fragrance! Fair child of the hour!
Li...
Dost thou bear me evil thou croaking bird?
Thy voice of ill omen methinks I heard;
Dost thou p...
Weave on, poor insect! Weave on still,
Thy shining thread of matchless skill!
The thought to ...
Are they sighs of sorrow, my sweet flowers!
That with your fragrant breath you waft me up?
You...
Spirit of heaven--wrought excellence,
My soul! Be still! That I may see
What thy mysterious sp...
Welcome, welcome, lovely fairy!
Welcome to both sea and land!
Earth was cold and dull and dre...
My fancy's queen, the muse, one day,
Pressed me upon her harp to play;
She bade me fear not...
Life should be a ship in motion,
Truth its compass in calm and gale;
Duty its pilot o'er the ...
Ask me where beauty is, I'll say
'Tis in sweet maiden's witchery;
Amid the beams of her flash...
Sleep is the gift of gifts! Most prized! Most sweet!
The grant of mercy from offended heav'n!
T...