Happy poems
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St. Francis and the Birds
© Katharine Tynan
Little sisters, the birds:
We must praise God, you and I
You, with songs that fill the sky,
I, with halting words.
The Task: Book II. -- The Time-Piece
© William Cowper
In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.
Summer Sadness
© Stéphane Mallarme
The sun, on the sand, O sleeping wrestler,
Warms a languid bath in the gold of your hair,
Melting the incense on your hostile features,
Mixing an amorous liquid with the tears.
Spring in Town
© William Cullen Bryant
The country ever has a lagging Spring,
Waiting for May to call its violets forth,
And June its roses--showers and sunshine bring,
Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
And one by one the singing-birds come back.
After a Tempest
© William Cullen Bryant
The day had been a day of wind and storm;--
The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,--
And stooping from the zenith, bright and warm
Shone the great sun on the wide earth at last.
The 9th Satire Of Book I. Of Horace : The Description Of An Impertinent. Adapted To The Present Time
© William Cowper
Sauntering along the street one day,
On trifles musing by the way,
344. SongNithdales Welcome Hame
© Robert Burns
THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers
Are coming oer the border,
And theyll gae big Terreagles towers
And set them a in order.
The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage
© Sir Walter Raleigh
Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
176. On the Death of John MLeod, Esq.
© Robert Burns
SAD thy tale, thou idle page,
And rueful thy alarms:
Death tears the brother of her love
From Isabellas arms.
430. SongDainty Davie
© Robert Burns
NOW rosy May comes in wi flowers,
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers;
And now comes in the happy hours,
To wander wi my Davie.
Idyll XII. The Comrades
© Theocritus
Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!
(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)
As much as apples sweet the damson crude
Excel; the blooming spring the winter rude;
214. SongHow Long and Dreary is the Night
© Robert Burns
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
As ye were wae and weary!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi my dearie!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi my dearie!
277. SongMy Eppie Adair
© Robert Burns
Chorus.An O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie,
Wha wad na be happy wi Eppie Adair?
When Poor In All But Hope And Love
© Caroline Norton
WHEN, poor in all but hope and love,
I clasped thee to my faithful heart;
416. SongLogan Braes
© Robert Burns
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide,
That day I was my Willies bride,
And years sin syne hae oer us run,
Like Logan to the simmer sun:
The Happy Warrior
© William Wordsworth
'Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a nation's eye,
122. The Lass o Ballochmyle
© Robert Burns
TWAS eventhe dewy fields were green,
On every blade the pearls hang;
The zephyr wantond round the bean,
And bore its fragrant sweets alang:
Song II
© James Russell Lowell
O moonlight deep and tender,
A year and more agone,
Your mist of golden splendor
Round my betrothal shone!
317. SongThe Banks o Doon (Second Version)
© Robert Burns
YE flowery banks o bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu o care!
