My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black ...as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl, his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I loved. And a man will guard when he loves. Their white-gowned democracy was my fair lady.... With her knife lying cold, straight, in the softness of her sweet-flowing sleeve.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white, For all those rosy ornaments in thee.... Thou art not sweet, though made of mere delightLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much?... O fat white woman whom nobody loves, Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, When the grass is soft as the breast of doves And shivering sweet to the touch?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O fat white woman whom nobody loves, Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,... When the grass is soft as the breast of doves And shivering-sweet to the touch?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I will bring you the lily that laughs, I will twine... with soft narcissus, the myrtle, sweet crocus, white violet, the purple hyacinth, and last, the rose, loved-of-love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touch'd it?... Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow Before the soil hath smutch'd it? Have you felt the wool of the beaver, Or swan's down ever? Or have smelt of the bud of the brier, Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O! let me have thee whole,--all--all--be mine!... That shape, the fairness, that sweet minor zest Of love, your kiss,--those hands, those eyes divine, That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,--LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
'Let you hold in mind, girls, that your beauty must pass Like a lovely white clover that rusts with its grass.... Keep your bottoms off barstools and marry you young Or be left--an old barrel with many a bung.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »