Smile poems
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The Princess (part 3)
© Alfred Tennyson
Morn in the wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
We rose, and each by other drest with care
Descended to the court that lay three parts
In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touched
Above the darkness from their native East.
Spleen (I)
© Charles Baudelaire
Pluviôse, irrité contre la ville entière,
De son urne à grands flots verse un froid ténébreux
Aux pâles habitants du voisin cimetière
Et la mortalité sur les faubourgs brumeux.
Inebriety
© George Crabbe
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stains
The bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,
The Mayflowers
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Sad Mayflower! watched by winter stars,
And nursed by winter gales,
With petals of the sleeted spars,
And leaves of frozen sails!
In Memoriam A. H. H.
© Alfred Tennyson
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Anonymous Plays: XVII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
YE TOO, dim watchfires of some darkling hour,
Whose fame forlorn time saves not nor proclaims
An Outdoor Reception
© John Greenleaf Whittier
On these green banks, where falls too soon
The shade of Autumn's afternoon,
Sonnet IX: Can It Be Right to Give
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Can it be right to give what I can give?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06:
© Conrad Aiken
The fisherman draws his streaming net from the sea
And sails toward the far-off city, that seems
Like one vague tower.
The dark bow plunges to foam on blue-black waves,
And shrill rain seethes like a ghostly music about him
In a quiet shower.
A Legend Of Christ's Nativity
© Duncan Campbell Scott
At Bethlehem upon the hill,
The day was done, the night was nigh,
The dusk was deep and had its will,
The stars were very small and still,
Like unblown tapers, faint and high.
Charity
© William Cowper
Fairest and foremost of the train that wait
On man's most dignified and happiest state,
The Farmer's Daughter Cherry
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
The Farmer quit what he was at,
The bee-hive he was smokin':
Unimportant Differences
© Edgar Albert Guest
If he is honest, kindly, true,
And glad to work from day to day;
Edward Everett
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WINTER'S cold drift lies glistening o'er his breast;
For him no spring shall bid the leaf unfold
What Love could speak, by sudden grief oppressed,
What swiftly summoned Memory tell, is told.
The Statesmans Secret
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Loud rang the plaudits; with them rose the thought,
"Would he had learned the lesson he has taught!"
Used to the tributes of the noisy crowd,
The stately speaker calmly smiled and bowed;
The fire within a flushing cheek betrayed,
And eyes that burned beneath their penthouse shade.
Written at Midnight
© Samuel Rogers
While thro' the broken pane the tempest sighs,
And my step falters on the faithless floor,
Shades of departed joys around me rise,
With many a face that smiles on me no more;
With many a voice that thrills of transport gave,
Now silent as the grass that tufts their grave!
Bahram The Hunter
© Robert Laurence Binyon
When Bahram rode to the chase,
Then saw ye his soul's delight
Full on his kingly face.
Who could his steed outpace?
A Memorial tribute
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
LEADER of armies, Israel's God,
Thy soldier's fight is won!
Master, whose lowly path he trod,
Thy servant's work is done!
