Smile poems

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A Child’s Smile

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

A CHILD'S smile--nothing more;
Quiet, and soft, and grave, and seldom seen;
Like summer lightning o'er,
Leaving the little face again serene.

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Variations At Home And Abroad

© Kenneth Koch

It takes a lot of a person's life

To be French, or English, or American

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Elegy XII

© John Donne

COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I owe

Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.

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More Strong Than Time

© Victor Marie Hugo

Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet,

Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid,

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Pharsalia - Book II: The Flight Of Pompeius

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

This was made plain the anger of the gods;
The universe gave signs Nature reversed
In monstrous tumult fraught with prodigies
Her laws, and prescient spake the coming guilt.

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Little Miss Six O’Clock

© Edgar Albert Guest

JUST at the edge of the night and the morning,

Little Miss Six O'clock comes to my bed,

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In memory Of George Calderon

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Wisdom and Valour, Faith,
Justice,--the lofty names
Of virtue's quest and prize,--
What is each but a cold wraith
Until it lives in a man
And looks thro' a man's eyes?

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The Lesson

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

MY cot was down by a cypress grove,

And I sat by my window the whole night long,

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Early Affeection

© George Moses Horton

I loved thee from the earliest dawn,
When first I saw thy beauty's ray;
And will until life's eve comes on,
And beauty's blossom fades away;
And when all things go well with thee,
With smiles or tears remember me.

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The Crusader

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Effigy mailed and mighty beneath thy mail
That liest asleep with hand upon carved sword--hilt
As ready to waken and strong to stand and hail
Death, where hosts are shaken and hot life spilt;

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An Indian Story

© William Cullen Bryant

"I know where the timid fawn abides
  In the depths of the shaded dell,
Where the leaves are broad and the thicket hides,
With its many stems and its tangled sides,
  From the eye of the hunter well.

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Toys

© Arthur Symons

I have laid you away as we lay

The toys of a little dead child.

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Elegy VII. He Describes His Vision to An Acquaintance

© William Shenstone

Caetera per terras omnes animalia, &c. ~ Virg.
Imitation.
All animals beside, o'er all the earth, &c.

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October

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

October  is the treasurer of the year,

And all the months pay bounty to her store;

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The Lady Of Rathmore Hall

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Throughout the country for many a mile
There is not a nobler, statelier pile
  Than ivy crowned Rathmore Hall;
And the giant oaks that shadow the wold,
Though hollowed by time, are not as old
  As its Norman turrets tall.

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A Welcome To Lowell

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Take our hands, James Russell Lowell,
Our hearts are all thy own;
To-day we bid thee welcome
Not for ourselves alone.

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The Tulip Bed At Greeley Square

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler


That bright triangle of scented bloom
That lies surrounded by grime and gloom?

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The Cloud Messenger - Part 04

© Kalidasa

The slender young woman who is there would be the premier creation by the
Creator in the sphere of women, with fine teeth, lips like a ripe bimba fruit, a
slim waist, eyes like a startled gazelle’s, a deep navel, a gait slow on account
of the weight of her hips, and who is somewhat bowed down by her breasts.

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The Mad Wanderer

© Amelia Opie

There came to Grasmere's pleasant vale
A stranger maid in tatters clad,
Whose eyes were wild, whose cheek was pale,
While oft she cried, "Poor Kate is mad!"