Smile poems
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Has Your Soul Sipped?
© Wilfred Owen
Has your soul sipped
Of the sweetness of all sweets?
Has it well supped
But yet hungers and sweats?
The Songs Of Night
© Edgar Albert Guest
The moon swings low in the sky above,
And the twinkling stars shine bright,
After A Parting
© Alice Meynell
Farewell has long been said; I have forgone thee;
I never name thee even.
But how shall I learn virtues and yet shun thee?
For thou art so near Heaven
That Heavenward meditations pause upon thee.
Spiritual Love
© Alfred Austin
Could you but give me all that I desire,
I should be richer, and you no more poor,
Fragments
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Or rather to behold her when
She plies for me the unresting pen,
And when the loud assault of squalls
Resounds upon the roof and walls,
And the low thunder growls and I
Raise my dictating voice on high.
The World Is Blue As An Orange
© Paul Eluard
The world is blue as an orange
No error the words do not lie
The Way of Wooing
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A maiden sat at her window wide,
Pretty enough for a Prince's bride,
The Perpetual Wooing
© Eugene Field
The dull world clamors at my feet
And asks my hand and helping sweet;
Songs Set To Music: 14. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Once I was unconfined and free,
Would I had been so still!
Enjoying sweetest liberty,
And roving at my will.
An Elective Course
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
LINES FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF A HARVARD UNDERGRADUATE
The bloom that lies on Fanny's cheek
A Lancashire Doxology
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
"PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow."
Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe.
Farewell To The Muse
© George Gordon Byron
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days,
Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part;
Then rise on the gale this the last of my lays,
The coldest effusion which springs from my heart.
Italy : 6. Jorasse
© Samuel Rogers
Jorasse was in his three-and-twentieth year;
Graceful and active as a stag just roused;
Gentle withal, and pleasant in his speech,
Yet seldom seen to smile. He had grown up
The Grey Hair
© Yehudah HaLevi
One day I observed a grey hair in my head;
I plucked it right out, when it thus to me said:
"You may smile, if you wish, at your treatment of me,
But a score of my friends soon will make a mockery of you."
The Triumph of Dead : Chap. 2
© Mary Sidney Herbert
That night, which did the dreadful hap ensue
That quite eclips'd, nay, rather did replace
English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: A Satire
© George Gordon Byron
These are the themes that claim our plaudits now;
These are the bards to whom the muse must bow;
While Milton, Dryden, Pope, alike forgot,
Resign their hallow'd bays to Walter Scott.
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile
© William Shakespeare
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old customs make this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court!
The Wold Wall
© William Barnes
Here, Jeäne, we vu'st did meet below
The leafy boughs, a-swingèn slow,
Punishment
© George MacDonald
Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness,
Call thyself punished, call the earth thy hell;
Say, "God is angry, and I earned it well-
I would not have him smile on wickedness:"
