Smile poems
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Who
© Sri Aurobindo
In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest,
Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?
When the winds were asleep in the womb of the ether,
Who was it roused them and bade them to blow?
The Pig's Tale
© Lewis Carroll
Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters
Gorgeous in their gaiters-
I've a Tale to tell.
Aurora Leigh: Book Niinth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
An active kind of curse. I stood there cursed,
Confounded. I had seized and caught the sense
Of the letter, with its twenty stinging snakes,
In a moment's sweep of eyesight, and I stood
Dazed.-"Ah! not married."
NIght And Morning
© Katharine Lee Bates
THE night was loud with tumult; trees were torn
Sheer from their roots by the delirious wind;
The Burial March Of Dundee
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Sound the fife, and cry the slogan-
Let the pibroch shake the air
Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Orion: But an understanding tacit.
You have prospered much since the day we met;
You were then a landless knight;
You now have honour and wealth, and yet
I never can serve you right.
We Have Created The Night
© Paul Eluard
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
I sustain you with all my powers
A Diverted Tragedy
© James Whitcomb Riley
Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot;
But Gracie dearly loved her doll,
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXXV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
``Silence. I will not listen!'' ``And for what?''
She added strangely, in a softer mood.
``You see I am not angry. Do you not?
Only soft--hearted, and alas! too good.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto II.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
III Lais and Lucretia
Did first his beauty wake her sighs?
That's Lais! Thus Lucretia's known:
The beauty in her Lover's eyes
Was admiration of her own.
The Churchyard
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
HOW slowly creeps the hand of Time
On the old clocks green-mantled face!
Rural Morning
© John Clare
And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's earliest time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard clattering oer the green.
Keepen Up O Chrismas
© William Barnes
An' zoo you didden come athirt,
To have zome fun last night: how wer't?
The North Star
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I was contented with the warm silence,
Sitting by the fire, book on knee;
And fancy uncentred, afloat and astray,
Idled from thought to thought
The Spirit Of Navigation
© William Lisle Bowles
Stern Father of the storm! who dost abide
Amid the solitude of the vast deep,
Then, Most, I Smile
© Victor Marie Hugo
Late it is to look so proud,
Daisy queen! come is the gloom
Of the winter-burdened cloud!--
"But, in winter, most I bloom!"
The Mother Watch
© Edgar Albert Guest
She never closed her eyes in sleep till we were all in bed;
On party nights till we came home she often sat and read.
We little thought about it then, when we were young and gay,
How much the mother worried when we children were away.
We only knew she never slept when we were out at night,
And that she waited just to know that we'd come home all right.
The Seeker
© Roderic Quinn
GOOD People, by your fires to-night
Sit close and praise the red, red wood!
The wind is cold, the moon is white;
With me who wander 'tis not well; it is not well, but God is good.
Gertrude
© Madison Julius Cawein
When first I gazed on GERTRUDE'S face,
Beheld her loveliness and grace;
