Happy poems
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On The Reverend Mr. Hunter, Who received A Degree From The University Of Oxford
© Hannah More
Go, happy spirit, seek that blissful land
Where zealous Michael leads the glorious band
The Snowdrop In The Snow
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
O full of Faith! The Earth is rock,-the Heaven
The dome of a great palace all of ice,
The Waggoner - Canto Second
© William Wordsworth
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,
Had, with its belfry's humble stock,
A little pair that hang in air,
The Song Of Hiawatha XII: The Son Of The Evening Star
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Can it be the sun descending
O'er the level plain of water?
The Vision of the Rock
© Charles Harpur
I SATE upon a lonely peak,
A backwood rivers course to view,
Well! Thou Art Happy
© George Gordon Byron
Well! thou art happy, and I feel
That I should thus be happy too;
For still my heart regards thy weal
Warmly, as it was wont to do.
Fifteenth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies,
Bathed in soft airs, and fed with dew,
Elegy On Newstead Abbey
© George Gordon Byron
No mail-clad serfs, obedient to their lord,
In grim array the crimson cross demand;
Or gay assemble round the festive board
Their chief's retainers, an immortal band:
"Not Known"
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
On receiving through the Post-Office a Returned Letter from an old
residence, marked on the envelope, "Not Known."
Messengers
© Madison Julius Cawein
The wind, that gives the rose a kiss
With murmured music of the south,
Hath kissed a sweeter thing than this,--
The wind, that gives the rose a kiss--
The perfume of her mouth.
The Old Song
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
When I was a young lad of happy sixteen
There came to my window the Cushla-mo chree,
Quatrains Of Life
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What has my youth been that I love it thus,
Sad youth, to all but one grown tedious,
Stale as the news which last week wearied us,
Or a tired actor's tale told to an empty house?
The Ladys Lament
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Never happy any more!
Aye, turn the saying o'er and o'er,
Parfum Exotique (Exotic Perfume)
© Charles Baudelaire
Quand, les deux yeux fermés, en un soir chaud d'automne,
Je respire l'odeur de ton sein chaleureux,
Je vois se dérouler des rivages heureux
Qu'éblouissent les feux d'un soleil monotone;
Paddy's Letter, 1857
© Anonymous
I've had all sorts of luck, sometimes bad, sometimes better,
But now I have somebody's luck and my own,
For I stooped in the street and I picked up a letter,
Which some one had written to send away home.
Don Juan: Canto The Fifth
© George Gordon Byron
When amatory poets sing their loves
In liquid lines mellifluously bland,
