Happy poems
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A Girl Was Singing In A Church Choir
© Alexander Blok
A girl was singing in a church choir
Of the weary people on foreign soil,
Of all the ships that sailed aspired,
Of all, who have forgotten their joy.
Salmacis and Hermaphroditus.
© Francis Beaumont
MY wanton lines doe treate of amorous loue,
Such as would bow the hearts of gods aboue:
Ye Banks And Braes O'Bonnie Doon
© Robert Burns
Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair ?
The Longest Day
© William Wordsworth
Let us quit the leafy arbor,
And the torrent murmuring by;
For the sun is in his harbor,
Weary of the open sky.
Love And Discipline
© Henry Vaughan
Since in a land not barren still
(Because Thou dost Thy grace distill)
My lot is fallen, blest be Thy will!
The Airy Christ
© Stevie Smith
Who is this that comes in splendour, coming from the blazing East?
This is he we had not thought of, this is he the airy Christ.
Book Ninth [Residence in France]
© William Wordsworth
EVEN as a river,--partly (it might seem)
Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed
Rhoecus
© James Russell Lowell
God sends his teachers unto every age,
To every clime, and every race of men,
The Champion
© Edith Nesbit
Young and a conqueror, once on a day,
Wild white Winter rode out this way;
With his sword of ice and his banner of snow
Vanquished the Summer and laid her low.
The Poet's New-Year's Gift. To Mrs. (Afterwards Lady) Throckmorton
© William Cowper
Maria! I have every good
For thee wished many a time,
Both sad and in a cheerful mood,
But never yet in rhyme.
Sonnet 92: "But do thy worst to steal thyself away,..."
© William Shakespeare
But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
For term of life thou art assured mine;
Scenes Favourable To Meditation
© William Cowper
Wilds horrid and dark with o'er shadowing trees,
Rocks that ivy and briers infold,
Scenes nature with dread and astonishment sees,
But I with a pleasure untold;
The Cōforte of Louers
© Stephen Hawes
The prohemye.
The gentyll poetes/vnder cloudy fygures
Do touche a trouth/and clokeit subtylly
Harde is to cōstrue poetycall scryptures
The Progress Of Refinement. Part I.
© Henry James Pye
Rous'd by those honors cull'd by Glory's hand
To dress the Victor on the Olympic sand,
With active toil each ardent stripling tries
To bind his forehead with the immortal prize;
Hence strength and beauty deck the Grecian race,
And manly labor gives them manly grace.
From Egmont
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Full arm'd for the strife,
While his hand grasps his lance
As they proudly advance.
The Brus Book XII
© John Barbour
[The king prepares his division]
Now Douglas furth his wayis tais,
And in that selff tyme fell throw cais
