Happy poems
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The Conjunction Of Jupiter And Venus
© William Cullen Bryant
I would not always reason. The straight path
Wearies us with its never-varying lines,
Bold Jack Donahoe (1)
© Anonymous
'Twas of a valiant highwayman and outlaw of disdain
Who'd scorn to live in slavery or wear a convicts chain;
Reunion by Jeff Daniel Marion: American Life in Poetry #76 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
I'd guess we've all had dreams like the one portrayed in this wistful poem by Tennessee poet Jeff Daniel Marion. And I'd guess that like me, you too have tried to nod off again just to capture a few more moments from the past.
The Old, Old Story and the New Order
© Henry Lawson
They proved we could not think nor see,
They proved we could not write,
Muscadines
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SOBER September, robed in gray and dun,
Smiled from the forest in half-pensive wise;
A misty sweetness shone in her mild eyes,
And on her cheek a shy flush went and came,
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto IX.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
III Disappointment
The bliss which woman's charms bespeak,
I've sought in many, found in none!
In many 'tis in vain you seek
What can be found in only one.
Eudoxia. Second Picture
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O DEAREST my sister, my sister who sits by the hearth,
With lids softly drooping, or lifted up saintly and calm,
With household hands folded, or opened for help and for balm,
And lips, ripe and dewy, or ready for innocent mirth,--
The Bangle Sellers
© Sarojini Naidu
Bangle sellers are we who bear
Our shining loads to the temple fair...
Who will buy these delicate, bright
Rainbow-tinted circles of light?
Lustrous tokens of radiant lives,
For happy daughters and happy wives.
The Character Of A Happy Life
© Sir Henry Wotton
How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill;
Alfred And Janet
© Robert Bloomfield
At thirteen she was all that Heaven could send,
My nurse, my faithful clerk, my lively friend;
Last at my pillow when I sunk to sleep,
First on my threshold soon as day could peep:
I heard her happy to her heart's desire,
With clanking pattens, and a roaring fire.
The First Kiss
© Norman Rowland Gale
On Helens heart the day were night!
But I may not adventure there:
Edith: A Tale Of The Woods
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"Thou'rt passing from the lake's green side,
And the hunter's hearth away;
For the time of flowers, for the summer's pride,
Daughter! thou canst not stay.
Vanity of Vanities
© Michael Wigglesworth
Vain, frail, short liv'd, and miserable Man,
Learn what thou art when thine estate is best:
A restless Wave o'th' troubled Ocean,
A Dream, a lifeless Picture finely drest:
Since I Have Done My Best
© Edgar Albert Guest
SINCE I have done my best, I do
Not fear the outcome; here I stand
The Mystic Trumpeter
© Walt Whitman
I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, I catch thy notes,
Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,
Now low, subdued-now in the distance lost.
