Happy poems
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The Rosciad
© Charles Churchill
Unknowing and unknown, the hardy Muse
Boldly defies all mean and partial views;
With honest freedom plays the critic's part,
And praises, as she censures, from the heart.
Lamia. Part II
© John Keats
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
IsLove, forgive us!cinders, ashes, dust;
The Oak And The Broom
© William Wordsworth
A Pastoral
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HIS simple truths did Andrew glean
Beside the babbling rills;
Written After Spending A Day At West Point
© Frances Anne Kemble
Were they but dreams? Upon the darkening world
Evening comes down, the wings of fire are furled,
The Monitions of the Unseen
© Jean Ingelow
Now, in an ancient town, that had sunk low,-
Trade having drifted from it, while there stayed
Too many, that it erst had fed, behind,-
There walked a curate once, at early day.
Cornered
© Edgar Albert Guest
I KNEW it was comin', I'd watched fer a year
Without sayin' a word to a soul excep' Ma
A Letter For My Son To One Of His School--Fellows, Son To Henry Rose, Esq;
© Mary Barber
Dear Rose, as I lately was writing some Verse,
Which I next Day intended in School to rehearse,
My Mother came in, and I thought she'd run wild:
``This Mr. Macmullen has ruin'd my Child:
Voices
© Madison Julius Cawein
When blood-root blooms and trillium flowers
Unclasp their stars to sun and rain,
My heart strikes hands with winds and showers
And wanders in the woods again.
The Singer In The Prison
© Walt Whitman
O sight of pity, gloom, and dole!
O pardon me, a hapless Soul!
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.
My Jolly Friend's Secret
© James Whitcomb Riley
Ah, friend of mine, how goes it,
Since you've taken you a mate?--
The Buried Flower
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
In the silence of my chamber,
When the night is still and deep,
And the drowsy heave of ocean
Mutters in its charmed sleep,
Initiation
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The wind has fal'n asleep; the bough that tost
Is quiet; the warm sun's gone; the wide light
Sinks and is almost lost;
Yet the April day glows on within my mind
The Road to Roundabout
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Some say that Guy of Warwick
The man that killed the Cow,
