fair - Popular Poems and stories from category

When I was fair and young, then favor graced me
Of many was I sought their mistress for to be
But I did scorn them all and answered them therefore:
Go, go, go, seek some other where; importune me no more

Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair;
Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are sunny;
Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair;
And her disdains are gall, her favors honey

My young love said to me,"My mother won't
And my father won't slight
For your lack of kind
"And she stepped away from

Who made love to me,
Imagin'd more than woman
Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title
Too weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee,

No, no, fair heretic, it needs must
But an ill love in me,
And worse for thee
For were it in my

NG thou art fair,
I bar not thy false playing,
But let not me poor soul know of thy straying
Nor do I give thee counsel to live chaste,

Prais'd be Diana's fair and harmless light; Prais'd be the dews wherewith she moists the ground; Prais'd be her beams, the glory of the night; Prais'd be her power by which all powers abound
Prais'd be her nymphs with whom she decks the woods...

Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of fifteen,
Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green:
She had heard of a pleasure, and something she
By the towsing and tumbling and touching her breast:

So fair is she
So fair her
So fair her pulsing
Not so

Fair and lovely maid, look from the shore,
See thy Leander striving in these waves,
Poor soul forespent, whose force can do no more:
Now send forth hopes, for now calm pity saves

OO soon so fair, fair lilies;
To bloom is then to wane;    The folded bud has still    To-morrow at its will;
Blown flowers can never blow again
Too soon so bright, bright noontide;

Ask not the cause why sullen
So long delays her flowers to bear;
Why warbling birds forget to sing,
And winter storms invert the year: