Happy poems
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Retirement
© Henry Timrod
My gentle friend! I hold no creed so false
As that which dares to teach that we are born
Fifty-Fifty
© Franklin Pierce Adams
For something like eleven summers
I've written things that aimed to teach
Our careless mealy-mouthéd mummers
To be more sedulous of speech.
Orinda To Lucasia Parting October 1661 At London
© Katherine Philips
Adieu dear object of my Loves excess,
And with thee all my hopes of happiness,
With the same fervent and unchanged heart
Which did its whole self once to thee impart,
A Man's Repentance
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,
Under the gaslight I saw a face-
A woman's face! and I swear to heaven
It looked like the ghastly ghost of-Grace!
The Passionate Printer To His Love
© Henry Austin Dobson
Come live with me and be my Dear;
And till that happy bond shall lapse,
I'll set your Poutings in Brevier,
Your praises in the largest CAPS.
Sonnet II.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
PARTED by time and space for many a year,
Yet ever longing, hoping for a day
When, heart to heart, the happy weeks shall stay
Their flight for us, and all our sky be clear
To Dr. Moore,
© Helen Maria Williams
IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WRITTEN TO
ME BY HIM IN WALES, SEPTEMBER 1791.
The Ghost's Story
© Duncan Campbell Scott
All my life long I heard the step
Of some one I would know,
Break softly in upon my days
And lightly come and go.
Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth
© Ovid
The End of the Thirteenth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight
Had drawn their armies near upon the hills
'GS' [or the Fourth Cook]
© Henry Lawson
And he peels em hard to Plymouth, peels em fast to drown his grief,
Peels em while his stomach sickens on the road to Teneriffe;
Peels em while the donkey rattles, peels em while the engine thuds,
By the time they touch at Cape Town hes a don at peeling spuds
(And he finds some time for dreaming as he gets on with the spuds).
Safe Conduct
© Edgar Albert Guest
There isn't any danger in the kindly things you say,
There isn't any sorrow in the fine and manly deed,
No deep regret awaits you at the ending of the day,
There's always joy in knowing that you've played the friend in need.
The Dree Woaks
© William Barnes
By the brow o' thik hangèn I spent all my youth,
In the house that did peep out between
Hero And Leander. The Fifth Sestiad
© George Chapman
Now was bright Hero weary of the day,
Thought an Olympiad in Leander's stay.
A Letter To Dafnis April: 2d 1685
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
This to the Crown, and blessing of my life,
The much lov'd husband, of a happy wife.
Under The Willows
© James Russell Lowell
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,
Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,
Sirmione
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Give me your hand, Beloved! I cannot see;
So close from shadowy--branching tree to tree
Dark leaves hang over us. How vast and still
Night sleeps! and yet a murmur, a low thrill,
Four Riddles
© Lewis Carroll
I
There was an ancient City, stricken down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.
In Laudem Authoris.
© Francis Beaumont
Like to the weake estate of a poore friend,
To whom sweet fortune hath bene euer slow,
