Happy poems
/ page 185 of 254 /
A Day Of Sunshine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Autumn Fears
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The weary, dreary, dripping rain,
From morn till night, from night till morn,
Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII
© Thomas Parnell
Urg'd by the warmth of Friendship's sacred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame;
By all those offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment solid, as in wit refin'd,
Resolv'd I sing: Tho' lab'ring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.
The Harvest
© Aristophanes
Oh, 'tis sweet, when fields are ringing
With the merry cricket's singing,
The Song Of Loved Ones
© Edgar Albert Guest
The father toils at his work all day,
And he hums this song as he plods away:
The Fountain
© James Russell Lowell
Into the sunshine,
Full of the light,
Leaping and flashing
From morn till night!
The Shepherds Calendar - February - A Thaw
© John Clare
Ploughmen go whistling to their toils
And yoke again the rested plough
And mingling oer the mellow soils
Boys' shouts and whips are noising now
Sonnet 43: When most I wink then do mine eyes best see
© William Shakespeare
When most I wink then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected,
The New-Born Infant
© Charles Lamb
Whether beneath sweet beds of roses,
As foolish little Ann supposes,
Calidore: A Fragment
© John Keats
The sidelong view of swelling leafiness,
Which the glad setting sun, in gold doth dress;
Whence ever, and anon the jay outsprings,
And scales upon the beauty of its wings.
In Memoriam A. H. H. 116
© Alfred Tennyson
Yet less of sorrow lives in me
For days of happy commune dead;
Less yearning for the friendship fled,
Than some strong bond which is to be.
A Cuckoo Song
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Crowns are for kings to wear, sad crowns of gold
Over tired heads that ache, world--cares untold.
Not on thy happy brows, sweet bird of summer,
Set we such crowns to--day, thou Spring's new--comer.
The Six Sorrows
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
There are six sorrows in my heart
Red Allen, Clare, and Joan,
Sweet Bet, and Jock, and little Roy;
Six sorrows all my own.
The First Bluebirds
© Katharine Lee Bates
THE poor earth was so winter-marred,
Harried by storm so long,
The Angel Of The Doves.
© James Brunton Stephens
THE angels stood in the court of the King,
And into the midst, through the open door,
Song (Untitled #11)
© George Meredith
The daisy now is out upon the green;
And in the grassy lanes
The child of April rains,
The sweet fresh-hearted violet, is smelt and loved unseen.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude VI.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Six stories told! We must have seven,
A cluster like the Pleiades,
And lo! it happens, as with these,
That one is missing from our heaven.
Where is the Landlord? Bring him here;
Let the Lost Pleiad reappear."
Nathan The Wise - Act V
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Here lies the money still, and no one finds
The dervis yet--he's probably got somewhere
Over a chess-board. Play would often make
The man forget himself, and why not, me.
Patience--Ha! what's the matter.
