Happy poems

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Fragment II

© Giacomo Leopardi

The light of day was fading in the west,
  The smoke no more from village chimneys curled,
  Nor voice of man, nor bark of dog was heard;

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Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed?

© Isaac Watts

Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

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Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

'Tis late at night, and in the realm of sleep

  My little lambs are folded like the flocks;

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Don Juan: Canto The Eighth

© George Gordon Byron

Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!

These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,

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Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy

© Henry Van Dyke

ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL

June 11, 1910

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The Orphans' New Year's Gift

© Arthur Rimbaud

The room is full of shadow; you can hear, indistinctly, the sad soft whispering of two children.

Their foreheads lean forward, still heavy with dreams, beneath the long white bed-curtain

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Evangeline: Part The Second. I.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,

When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,

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Anticipation

© Madison Julius Cawein

Windy the sky and mad;
  Surly the gray March day;
  Bleak the forests and sad,
  Sad for the beautiful May.

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Crazed

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

'The Spring again hath started on the course
Wherein she seeketh Summer thro' the Earth.
I will arise and go upon my way.
It may be that the leaves of Autumn hid
His footsteps from me; it may be the snows.

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I Can’t Touch The Sun

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

No I can't touch the clouds for you I've never reached the sun for you
I've never done the things that you need done for you
I've stretched as high as I can reach I guess I'm not the one for you
Cause I can't touch the clouds or reach the sun for you
No I can't reach the clouds or touch the sun

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Naucratia; Or Naval Dominion. Part II.

© Henry James Pye

  Yet midst the scene of dread, when certain fate
  Rides on the tempest in terrific state,
  Bold in the face of death the naval train
  Exert their force, and brave the insulting main;
  Though rising horrors on their efforts lower,
  And the deaf whirlwind mock their useless power.

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Western

© Ellis Parker Butler

The Cowboy had a sterling heart,
The Maiden was from Boston,
The Rancher saw his wealth depart—
The Steers were what he lost on.

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Waking

© Kalidasa

Even the man who is happy
glimpses something
or a hair of sound touches him

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Death’s Genius

© Johannes Carsten Hauch

Oh you who weep, brush all your tears aside!
And you who mourn, recall grief won’t abide!
For you’ll know rest when your heart beats no more,
Death’s angel you from all your wounds will cure.

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The Secret

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I know of a thrush's nest, a pretty nest, a cosy nest,

I know of a thrush's nest with three fine eggs of blue;

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Homer's Hymn To The Earth: Mother Of All

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Mother of gods, thou Wife of starry Heaven,
Farewell! be thou propitious, and be given
A happy life for this brief melody,
Nor thou nor other songs shall unremembered be.

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The Birth Of Spring

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

O Kathleen, my darling, I've dreamt such a dream,

'Tis as hopeful and bright as the summer's first beam:

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I wouldn't want to die (Je voudrais pas crever)

© Boris Vian

Before having known

The black mexican dogs

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The Missionary - Canto Fifth

© William Lisle Bowles

  Three years have passed since a fond husband left
  Me and this infant, of his love bereft;
  Him I have followed; need I tell thee more,
  Cast helpless, friendless, hopeless, on this shore.