Happy poems
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Spirit Of Song
© Thomas Bracken
Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness,
Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home?
De Habitant
© Aristotle
De place I get born, me, is up on de reever
Near foot of de rapide dat's call Cheval Blanc
Beeg mountain behin' it, so high you can't climb it
An' whole place she's mebbe two honder arpent.
Ode To Happiness
© James Russell Lowell
Spirit, that rarely comest now
And only to contrast my gloom,
Faqirana Aye Sada Kar chale ( With English Translation)
© Meer Taqi Meer
faqirana aye sada kar chale
miyan khush raho ham dua kar chale
To Fairy
© Henry Timrod
Do you recall - I know you do -
A little gift once made to you -
A simple basket filled with flowers,
All favorites of our Southern bowers?
Hermes Trismegistus
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Still through Egypt's desert places
Flows the lordly Nile,
Flutter, Little Bird
© George Ade
Flutter, little bird and keep on trying,
By and by you will be flying;
You can do it, take my word,
Keep on fluttering, little bird.
The Conference
© Charles Churchill
Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,
When they are told that grace was said by me;
Sleep
© Abraham Cowley
In vain, thou drowsy God! I thee invoke;
For thou, who dost from fumes arise
Hymn VIII: What Could Your Redeemer Do
© Charles Wesley
What could your Redeemer do
More than he hath done for you?
Senlin: A Biography Pt. 01:His Dark Origins
© Conrad Aiken
He lights his pipe with a pointed flame.
'Yet, there were many autumns before I came,
And many springs. And more will come, long after
There is no horn for me, or song, or laughter.
A Character
© William Wordsworth
I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.
The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies
© Thomas Hood
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'Twas in that mellow season of the year
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves
Till they be gold,and with a broader sphere
The Guest House
© John Le Gay Brereton
What imps are these that come with scowl and leer?
Black motes upon the mornings amber beam,
Ode II
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
While wounded men leaped on their feet to hear,
And dying men upraised their eyes to see
How on the conflict's lowering canopy,
Dawned the first rainbow hues of victory!
The Touch Of Tears
© Aline Murray Kilmer
MICHAEL walks in autumn leaves
Rustling leaves and fading grasses,
Songs with Preludes: Lamentation
© Jean Ingelow
I read upon that book,
Which down the golden gulf doth let us look
