beauteous

Why dimly gleams the visionary sword?

Oh, ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell,

Is it, in heaven, a crime to love too well?

My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,

Some emanation of the all-beauteous Mind.

Those smiling eyes, attempering every ray,

Where life awakes, and dawns at every line;

Or blend in beauteous tints the colour'd mass,

And from the canvas call the mimic face:

Now for two ages having snatch'd from Fate

Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great,

Lies crown'd with princes' honours, poets' lays,

And what is that, which binds the radiant sky,

Where twelve fair signs in beauteous order lie?

As now your own, our beings were of old,

And once enclosed in woman's beauteous mould;

Thence, by a soft transition, we repair

So Zembla's rocks (the beauteous work of frost)

Rise white in air, and glitter o'er the coast;

Behold! Augusta's glittering spires increase,

And temples rise, the beauteous works of Peace.

I see, I see, where two fair cities bend

Then, tho' he knew not wherefore, started up

Shuddering, and when the beauteous hateful isle

Return'd upon him, had not his poor heart

As he that does the thing they dare not do,

Breathing and sounding beauteous battle, comes

With the air of the trumpet round him, and leaps in