Smile poems
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Love's Worship Restored
© Robert Fuller Murray
O Love, thine empire is not dead,
Nor will we let thy worship go,
Battle Bunny (Malvern Hill, 1864)
© Francis Bret Harte
Till a flash, not all of steel,
Where the rolling caissons wheel,
Brought a rumble and a roar
Rolling down that velvet floor,
And like blows of autumn flail
Sharply threshed the iron hail.
The Thought-Reader Of Angels
© Francis Bret Harte
We hev tumbled ez dust
Or ez worms of the yearth;
Wot we looked for hez bust!
We are objects of mirth!
They have played us--old Pards of the river!--they hev played us for
all we was worth!
Woone Smile Mwore
© William Barnes
O! MARY, when the zun went down,
Woone night in spring, w viry rim,
Behind the nap wi woody crown,
An left your smilen face so dim;
Cambyses And The Macrobian Bow
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ONE morn, hard by a slumberous streamlet's wave,
The plane-trees stirless in the unbreathing calm,
And all the lush-red roses drooped in dream,
Lay King Cambyses, idle as a cloud
Morphine
© Heinrich Heine
Theres a mirror likeness between the two
Bright, youthfully-shaped figures, though
Ones paler than the other and more austere,
I might even say more perfect, more distinguished,
A Bridal Song
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The golden gates of Sleep unbar
Where Strength and Beauty, met together,
Kindle their image like a star
Aurora Leigh: Book Fifth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"A flower, a flower," exclaimed
My German student,-his own eyes full-blown
Bent on her. He was twenty, certainly.
London's Summer Morning
© Mary Darby Robinson
Who has not waked to list the busy sounds
Of summer's morning, in the sultry smoke
Upper Austria
© John Kenyon
And he had comment, full and clear,
The fruit of many a travelled year;
But more, by meditation brought
From inner depths of silent thought;
Or fresh from fountain, never dry,
Of undisturbed humanity.
On Mrs Mendez' Birthday, Who Was Born On Valentine's Day
© James Thomson
Thine is the gentle day of love,
When youths and virgins try their fate;
When, deep retiring to the grove,
Each feathered songster weds his mate.
The Assault
© Robert Nichols
A sudden thrill.
"Fix bayonets."
Gods! we have our fill
Of fear, hysteria, exultation, rage -
Rage to kill….
To My Daughter
© Archibald Lampman
O little one, daughter, my dearest,
With your smiles and your beautiful curls,
And your laughter, the brightest and clearest,
O gravest and gayest of girls;
The North Sea -- Second Cycle
© Heinrich Heine
The waves are murmuring, the sea-gulls crying,
Wafts of old memories over me steal,
Old dreams long forgotten, old visions long vanished,
Sweet and torturing, rise from the deep..
The World
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE World is older than our earliest dates;
All thoughts, all feelings, all desires, all fates,
Were known and tested, long ere Adam's crime
Set the keen sword of flame at Eden-gates!
The Ballad of Bouillabaisse
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A street there is in Paris famous,
For which no rhyme our language yields,
To Thee the tuneful Anthem soars
© Mather Byles
"To Thee the tuneful Anthem soars,
To Thee, our Father's God, and ours;
This Wilderness we chose our Seat:
To Rights secur'd by Equal Laws
From Persecution's Iron Claws,
We here have sought our calm Retreat.
Through The Valley
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
As I came through the Valley of Despair,
As I came through the valley, on my sight,
