Happiness poems

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 04 - Folly Of The Fear Of Death

© Lucretius

Therefore death to us

Is nothing, nor concerns us in the least,

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Alfred. Book VI.

© Henry James Pye

  But when he views, along the tented field,
  With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
  Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
  In deeper woe the generous hero stands.

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Hymn XIX: Rejoice Evermore With Angels Above

© Charles Wesley

Rejoice evermore With angels above,
In Jesus's power, In Jesus's love:
With glad exultation Your triumph proclaim,
Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb.

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Chorus of the Dead

© Giacomo Leopardi

And all returns to Thee, alone eternal,

And all Thee returning.

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One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part V

© Madison Julius Cawein

  _We, whom God sets a task,
  Striving, who ne'er attain,
  We are the curst!--who ask
  Death, and still ask in vain.
  We, whom God sets a task._

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Abode Of The Beloved

© Kabir

Nahin Tahan Gyan Dhyan
Nahin Jap Tap
Ved Kiteb Na Bani
Karni Dharni Rehni Gehni,
Yeh Sub Jahan Hirani

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An Hymn To Sleep.

© Mary Barber

Written when the Author was sick.
Somnus, pow'rful Deity,
Mortals owe their Bliss to thee.
How long shall I thy Absence mourn,

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Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O’Clock Poems)

© Nazim Hikmet

Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
as my fortieth year passes...

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A Dialogue, intitled, The Kind Master And The Dutiful Servant

© Jupiter Hammon

Master.
 Come my servant, follow me,
According to thy place;
And surely God will be with thee,
And send the heav'nly grace.

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"The Undying One" - Canto IV

© Caroline Norton

On she goes, and the waves are dashing
Under her stern, and under her prow;
Oh! pleasant the sound of the waters splashing
To those who the heat of the desert know.

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To My Husband on Our Wedding-Day

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

I leave for thee, beloved one,

  The home and friends of youth,

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The Speeches of Gratulations

© Benjamin Jonson


Stay, what art thou, that in this strange attire,
Dar'st kindle stranger, and un-hallowed fire
Upon this Altar?

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The Invitation

© Robert Bloomfield

O for the strength to paint my joy once more!

That joy I feel when Winter's reign is o'er;

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The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The First

© William Lisle Bowles

Awake a louder and a loftier strain!

  Beloved harp, whose tones have oft beguiled

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The Faerie Queene, Book II, Canto XII

© Edmund Spenser

THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
Contayning
THE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON, 
OR OF TEMPERAUNCECANTO XIIxlii

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Reflections Suggested By Winter

© James Thomson

'Tis done! dread winter spreads its latest glooms,
And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year.
How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!
How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends

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Periander

© George Meredith

How died Melissa none dares shape in words.
A woman who is wife despotic lords
Count faggot at the question, Shall she live!
Her son, because his brows were black of her,
Runs barking for his bread, a fugitive,
And Corinth frowns on them that feed the cur.

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Improvisations: Light And Snow: 13

© Conrad Aiken

My heart is an old house, and in that forlorn old house,

In the very centre, dark and forgotten,

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The Last Song

© Madison Julius Cawein

She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,

And, tired out with too much happiness,

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Musings

© Madison Julius Cawein

  All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost,
  Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost;
  Only the chrism and sacrament of flame,
  Anointing all, inspired not all the same.