Poems with rhymes of fair

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Too fair
For credibility's temerity
To dare.

Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,

"And her modest answer and graceful air
Show her wise and good as she is fair.

'The third night there the sky was fair,
And the mountain-blast was still,
As again I watch'd the secret pair,

The willow is like a nymph with streaming hair;
Wherever it grows, there is green and gold and fair.

Young and free and fair --
And in the morning light
He left me there.

Is seldom—but as fair
As Apparition—subject
To Autocratic Air—

In meadows, rivulets surpassing fair,
Forever running, yet forever there!

What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
But what within is good and fair

In some few Hours we must repair,
To act, like Thespis, in the Fair:

The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair,

All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying-sweet,
And scattering-bright the air,

‘Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your hair,
‘Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair

Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;

Thy flowery Southland fair,
Thy sweet and crystal air, --

So soft an end for one so fair,
Her Roman lying low —
The other Roman finds her there,

Its colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.

And, yet, by flowers and earth I swear
You're neat and pure and sweet and fair.

Soft is the summer air;
Gayly the wood-birds sing,
Flowers are blooming fair.