Happy poems
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Written Upon The Rocks At Tunbridge,
© Mary Barber
Hither, amongst the Crouds, that shun
The smoaky Town, and sultry Sun,
In cooling Springs to seek for Health,
Or throw away superfluous Wealth,
A Native of Hibernia came,
Thus writ her Thoughts, but not her Name.
Sonnet XVII: Why Should I Sing in Verse
© Samuel Daniel
Why should I sing in verse, why should I frame
These sad neglected notes for her dear sake?
A Girl's Sin - In His Eyes
© Francis Thompson
Can I forget her cruelty
Who, brown miracle, gave you me?
OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII (Entire)
© Alfred Tennyson
Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Builders Of Ruins
© Alice Meynell
We build with strength and deep tower wall
That shall be shattered thus and thus.
And fair and great are court and hall,
But how fair-this is not for us,
Who know the lack that lurks in all.
Little Nellie In The Prison
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
The chaplain, with a father's gentlest grace,
Kissed the small ruffled brow, the pleading face:
"Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings still,
Praise is perfected," thought he; thus, his will
Blended with hers, and through those gates of sin,
Black, even at noontide, sire and child passed in.
Anglicised Utopia
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Society has quite forsaken all her wicked courses,
Which empties our police courts, and abolishes divorces.
An Hymne In Honour Of Love
© Edmund Spenser
Why then do I this honor unto thee,
Thus to ennoble thy victorious name,
Sith thou doest shew no favour unto mee,
Ne once move ruth in that rebellious dame,
The Legend of La Brea
© Charles Kingsley
Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake,
In the stately Morichal,
Sat an ancient Spanish Indian,
Peering through the columns tall.
A Ghost At The Dancing
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Many here knew and loved thee--I nor loved,
Scarce knew--yet in thy place a shadow glides,
And a face shapes itself from empty air,
Watching the dancers, grave and quiet-eyed--
Eyes that now see the angels evermore,
Amiel, Amiel.
The Brus Book I
© John Barbour
Storys to rede ar delatibill
Suppos that thai be nocht bot fabill,
Than suld storys that suthfast wer
The Things That Cause A Quiet Life
© Henry Howard
My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain,
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The Jackdaw
© William Cowper
There is a bird who, by his coat
And by the hoarseness of his note,
Might be supposed a crow;
A great frequenter of the church,
Where, bishop-like, he finds a perch,
And dormitory too.
Sonnet 103: Oh Happy Thames
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear,
I saw thyself with many a smiling line
Upon thy cheerful face, Joy's livery wear,
While those fair planets on thy streams did shine.
King Solomon and the Ants
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Out from Jerusalem
The king rode with his great
War chiefs and lords of state,
And Sheba's queen with them;
Meeting In The Woods
© Madison Julius Cawein
Through ferns and moss the path wound to
A hollow where the touchmenots
Swung horns of honey filled with dew;
And where--like foot-prints--violets blue
And bluets made sweet sapphire blots,
'Twas there that she had passed he knew.
