Smile poems
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Fifteenth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies,
Bathed in soft airs, and fed with dew,
Elegy On Newstead Abbey
© George Gordon Byron
No mail-clad serfs, obedient to their lord,
In grim array the crimson cross demand;
Or gay assemble round the festive board
Their chief's retainers, an immortal band:
The Song Of Hiawatha XXII: Hiawatha's Departure
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O'er the water floating, flying,
Something in the hazy distance,
Something in the mists of morning,
Loomed and lifted from the water,
Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,
Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.
Phrenology
© William Schwenck Gilbert
"COME, collar this bad man -
Around the throat he knotted me
Till I to choke began -
In point of fact, garotted me!"
I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill
© John Keats
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill,
The air was cooling, and so very still,
That the sweet buds which with a modest pride
Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside,
Quatrains Of Life
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What has my youth been that I love it thus,
Sad youth, to all but one grown tedious,
Stale as the news which last week wearied us,
Or a tired actor's tale told to an empty house?
Quatrains
© James Benjamin Kenyon
YON clouds that roam the deserts of the air,
On wind-swift barbs, oer many an azure plain,
Scarce pause to lift to Allah one small prayer,
Ere Ishmaels spirit drives them forth again.
Sonnet XXVII: Heart's Compass
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone,
But as the meaning of all things that are;
Ballad
© John Clare
A faithless shepherd courted me,
He stole away my liberty.
When my poor heart was strange to men,
He came and smiled and stole it then.
The River Of Sleep
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,
Curious isles without number.
We'll visit them all as we leisurely creep
Down the winding stream whose current is deep,
In our beautiful barge of Slumber.
The Blessed Damozel
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The blessed damozel leaned out
From the gold bar of Heaven;
Homer's Hymn To Venus
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite,
Who wakens with her smile the lulled delight
Of sweet desire, taming the eternal kings
Of Heaven, and men, and all the living things
Palmyra (2nd Edition)
© Thomas Love Peacock
--anankta ton pantôn huperbal-
lonta chronon makarôn.
Pindar. Hymn. frag. 33
Morning
© Emma Lazarus
GRAY-VESTED Dawn, with flameless, tranquil eye,
Cool hands, and dewy lips, is in the sky,
A sober nun, with starry rosary.
I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
© Emily Jane Brontë
I see around me tombstones grey
Stretching their shadows far away.
Sonnet XXXIII: Venus Victrix
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Could Juno's self more sovereign presence wear
Than thou, 'mid other ladies throned in grace?
