Happy poems
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In The Marble Quarry
© James Dickey
Beginning to dangle beneath
The wind that blows from the undermined wood,
I feel the great pulley grind,
The Tower Beyond Tragedy
© Robinson Jeffers
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You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
In August
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When August days are hot an' dry,
When burning copper is the sky,
I 'd rather fish than feast or fly
In airy realms serene and high.
Old Dog Tray
© Stephen C. Foster
THE morn of life is past,
And ev'ning comes at last;
It brings me a dream of a once happy day,
Of merry forms I've seen
At The End Of The Road
© Madison Julius Cawein
THIS is the truth as I see it, my dear,
Out in the wind and the rain:
They who have nothing have little to fear,
Nothing to lose or to gain.
Most Sweet it is
© William Wordsworth
. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
The Orchard
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Almond, apple, and peach,
Walnut, cherry, plum,
Ash, chestnut, and beech,
And lime and sycamore
We have planted for days to come;
Lines -- for Berkshire Jubilee, Aug. 23, 1844
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Come back to your mother, ye children, for shame,
Who have wandered like truants for riches or fame!
With a smile on her face, and a sprig in her cap,
She calls you to feast from her bountiful lap.
The Telegraph Clerk
© Anonymous
Sitting here by my desk all day,
Hearing the constant click
As the messages speed on their way,
And the call comes sharp and quick--
Tale II
© George Crabbe
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Yes! old and grieved, and trembling with decay,
Was Allen landing in his native bay,
Willing his breathless form should blend with
Sensation
© Arthur Rimbaud
On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass :
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.
The Relief Of Lucknow
© Robert Traill Spence Lowell
Oh, that last day in Lucknow fort!
We knew that it was the last;
That the enemy's mines crept surely in,
And the end was coming fast.
Prologue To The Second Part Of Henry IV
© Henry James Pye
AS ALTERED FROM SHAKESPEAR, BY THE REV. DR. VALPY, AND PERFORMED BY THE YOUNG GENTLEMEN OF READING SCHOOL.
Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Prefatory Dialogue
© John Kenyon
Ye, thus who write in spite of critic law,
How had their satire kept your freaks in awe!
And, to sole sway controlling her pretence,
Bound Fancy down to compromise with Sense!
The Mirror Of Madmen
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost,
The splendid stillness of a living host;
Vast choirs of upturned faces, line o'er line.
Then my blood froze; for every face was mine.
A Song of Defeat
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The line breaks and the guns go under,
The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;
The Child and the Hind
© Thomas Campbell
Come, maids and matrons, to caress
Wiesbaden's gentle hind;
And, smiling, deck its glossy neck
With forest flowers entwined.
