The Face That Launch'D A Thousand Ships

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd;
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear'd to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!

by Christopher Marlowe

Comments (11)

This poem is so beautiful, just great work. I love it. Thanks for sharing. God bless you! With warmest wishes, Larisa R
wow this is a really good poem. i myself do not believe in god anymore but i can feel your passion towards it all. great work 10/10 :)
A beautiful poem stating the unparalleled power of GOD in creating something from nothing, unlike the 'weak' human beings...
wowwww nice poem a new twist to the book of Genesis lovely to read
Shows such meaning and explains life and a good way of expressing the way u feel about the lord
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