Smile poems
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To Lucasta, Her Reserved Looks
© Richard Lovelace
Lucasta, frown, and let me die,
But smile, and see, I live;
Peter Bell The Third
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Is it a party in a parlour,
Crammed just as they on earth were crammed,
Some sipping punch-some sipping tea;
But, as you by their faces see,
All silent, and all-damned!
Peter Bell, by W. Wordsworth.
The Careless Word
© Caroline Norton
A WORD is ringing thro' my brain,
It was not meant to give me pain;
It had no tone to bid it stay,
When other things had past away;
Communion
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
In the silence of my heart,
I will spend an hour with thee,
When my love shall rend apart
All the veil of mystery:
Lord, Make Me A Regular Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
This I would like to be- braver and bolder,
Just a bit wiser because I am older,
Just a bit kinder to those I may meet,
Just a bit manlier taking defeat;
This for the New Year my wish and my plea-
Lord, make a regular man out of me.
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
'Twas thus she comforted her soul. And then,
She had found a friend, a phoenix among men,
Which made it easier to compound with life,
Easier to be a woman and a wife.
Charleston Retaken. Dec. 14, 1782
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AS some half-vanquished lion,
Who long hath kept at bay
A band of sturdy foresters
Barring his blood-stained way--
The Wheels Of The System
© George Essex Evans
Where is God, whilst all around us sounds the jarring of the wheels,
When the cry of human anguish starwards thro His glory steals?
There is neither hope nor pity underneath the moving wheels.
Woe to him who slips or falters whilst the wheels are moving on!
Woe to him who stays to breathe him when the goal is nearly won!
There they lieand lie for everover whom the wheels have gone!
Brookwell
© William Barnes
Well, I do zay 'tis wo'th woone's while
To beät the doust a good six mile
Picture Of A Young Lady
© William Lisle Bowles
When I was sitting, sad, and all alone,
Remembering youth and love for ever fled,
The Mourners
© Caroline Norton
LOW she lies, who blest our eyes
Through many a sunny day;
She may not smile, she will not rise--
The life hath past away!
Expostulation
© William Cowper
Why weeps the muse for England? What appears
In England's case to move the muse to tears?
Wash Lowry's Reminiscence
© James Whitcomb Riley
And you're the poet of this concern?
I've seed your name in print
I Like You And I Love You
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I LIKE YOU Met I LOVE You, face to face;
The path was narrow, and they could not pass.
I LIKE YOU smiled; I LOVE YOU cried, Alas!
And so they halted for a little space.
Sonnet XIX: Silent Noon
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Tired
© Augusta Davies Webster
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go;
I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come;
you do not need me there. Dear, be content,
and take your pleasure; you shall tell me of it.
There, go to don your miracles of gauze,
and come and show yourself a great pink cloud.
Sonnet IV
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
I could not think of thee as piecèd rot,
Yet such thou wert, for thou hadst been long dead;
