Happy poems
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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Fourth Dialogue=.
© Giordano Bruno
SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state nine
reasons and special causes of their blindness, and yet they all agree in
one general reason and one common enthusiasm.
An Ode to the Queen on Her Jubilee Year
© William Topaz McGonagall
Sound drums and trumpets, far and near!
And Let all Queen Victoria's subjects loudly cheer!
And show by their actions that they revere,
Because she's served them faithfully fifty long year!
Joseph Winlock
© James Russell Lowell
Shy soul and stalwart, man of patient will
Through years one hair's-breadth on our Dark to gain,
A Lover's Call XXVII
© Khalil Gibran
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
Tears In Sleep
© Louise Bogan
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away---
In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,
When Love Is Lost
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When love is lost, the day sets towards the night,
Albeit the morning sun may still be bright,
And not one cloud-ship sails across the sky.
Yet from the places where it used to lie
Gone is the lustrous glory of the light.
Mein Tag War Heiter
© Heinrich Heine
My day was happy, fortunate my night.
My People loved me when I struck the lyre
Happy Eid Fitr!
© Sukasah Syahdan
happy Eid Fitr!
may all hearts re-bleach awhite
all maids recall the way back
An Ode To Mr. Howard
© Matthew Prior
Dear Howard, from the soft assaults of love
Poets and painters never are secure;
Can I untouch'd the fair one's passions move,
Or thou draw beauty, and not feel its power?
Songs Of The Imprisoned Naiad
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"WOE! woe is me! the centuries pass away,
The mortal seasons run their ceaseless rounds,
While here I wither for the sunbright day,
Its genial sights and sounds.
Woe! woe is me!
Convention
© Sukasah Syahdan
(To Grandma)Convention will fail us, grandma dear
One of these days, as another birthday is drawing nearI hope I can manage with a proper wish
on something you no longer cherishAnd if I cant help wishing you
a happy birthday anywayJust look at me in the eyes
Far Away and Long Ago
© Sukasah Syahdan
The young man replied, Youre welcome, Maam, as much! He was no less happy.
Many years later they both grew old. It just happened that life had gone on and they had never met again. In fact, the two would have entirely forgotten the episodehad they not bought a book of poetry by an Indonesian poet and found this story.
Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 VI. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen
© William Wordsworth
IN this still place, remote from men,
Sleeps Ossian, in the NARROW GLEN;
In this still place, where murmurs on
But one meek streamlet, only one:
Sonnet XV: Now, Round My Favour'd Grot
© Mary Darby Robinson
Now, round my favor'd grot let roses rise,
To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest;
How I Consulted The Oracle Of The Goldfishes
© James Russell Lowell
What know we of the world immense
Beyond the narrow ring of sense?
Grandmothers Teaching
© Alfred Austin
``Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life,
Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife;
Rocking cradles, and covering jams, knitting socks for baby feet,
Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet:
Daughter, wife, and mother in turn, and each with a blameless breast,
Then saying your prayers when the nightfall came, and quietly dropping to rest.
The Reformers
© Rudyard Kipling
Not in the camp his victory lies
Or triumph in the market-place,
Who is his Nation's sacrifice
To turn the judgement from his race.
Your noble reign
© Ivan Donn Carswell
The man whose term we would remember as our longest,
constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert
Gordon Menzies, turned 67 yesterday. Congratulations John,
youve run a long and torrid race, kept up a frenzied pace
