Marlowe: Beauty Inexpressible

….from the quills of dead white poets

Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)

Beauty Inexpressible

(from Tamburlaine the Great)

What is beauty, saith my sufferings, then?

If all the pens that ever poets held

Had fed the feeling of their masters’ thoughts,

And every sweetness that inspir’d their hearts,

Their minds, and muses on admired themes;

If all the heavenly quintessence they still

From their immortal flowers of poesy,

Wherein as in a mirror we perceive

The highest reaches of a human wit –

If these had made one poem’s period,

And all combin’d in beauty worthiness,

Yet should there hover in their restless heads

One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least,

Which unto words no virtue can digest.

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5 Responses to Marlowe: Beauty Inexpressible

  1. young bailey says:

    That fellow knew what he was doing. Better than Shakespeare.

  2. Don Morris says:

    Nice.

  3. A Kromane says:

    Nice.

  4. ン 女性の 財 says:

    very good

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