Smile poems
/ page 164 of 369 /
The Profession. A Sketch
© Alaric Alexander Watts
On Santa Croce's golden-pillared shrine,
A thousand tapers pour their blended rays
Sonnet XCVII: A Superscription
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
Rain In The Desert
© John Gould Fletcher
The huge red-buttressed mesa over yonder
Is merely a far-off temple where the sleepy sun is burning
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III:
© Ellis Parker Butler
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III: On Laziness And Its Resultant Ills
There was a man in New York City
(His name was George Adolphus Knight)
So soft of heart he wept with pity
To see our language and its plight.
A Wreath Of Sonnets (10/14)
© France Preseren
Frail growth these blossoms had, so sad and few:
As when on some warm February day
An early rose unfolds her petals gay,
Enjoying for a space the sun anew,
Marguerite
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
She was a child of gentlest air,
Of deep-dark eyes, but golden hair,
And, ah! I loved her unaware,
Marguerite!
Sonnet. On Peace
© John Keats
O PEACE! and dost thou with thy presence bless
The dwellings of this war-surrounded Isle;
The Sylph Of Summer
© William Lisle Bowles
God said, Let there be light, and there was light!
At once the glorious sun, at his command,
At the Tug-0-War
© Henry Lawson
My mates were strong and plucky chaps, but very soon I knew
That our opponents had the weight and strength to pull them through;
The boys were losing surely and defeat was very near,
When, high above the mighty roar, I heard the old man cheer!
Circe
© Augusta Davies Webster
Ah me! these love a day and laugh again,
and loving, laughing, find a full content;
but I know nought of peace, and have not loved.
A Psalm Of Resignation
© Joseph Furphy
In spite of his imposing plea,
A freeman whom the truth makes free
The Tears Of A Painter
© William Cowper
Apelles, hearing that his boy
Had just expired--his only joy!
The Doldrums (A Still-Life Picture)
© Harry Kemp
The sails hang dead, or they lift and flap like a cornfield scarecrow's coat,
And the seabirds swim abreast of us like ducks that play, a-float,
And the sea is all an endless field that heaves and falls a-far
As if the earth were taking breath on some strange, alien star,
The Statue
© Kenneth Allott
however picturesque
however figurative
whether so often and so quizzical
whoever it was crying in another voice…
Let us sit like tailors. At least 1 am sure of this:
man or woman or beast I recall no face.
Pebbles
© Herman Melville
I
Though the Clerk of the Weather insist,
And lay down the weather-law,
Pintado and gannet they wist
That the winds blow whither they list
In tempest or flaw.
Song II
© Sara Teasdale
Like some rare queen of old romance
Who loved the gleam of helm and lance
Is she.
A harper of King Arthur's days
The Marriage Of Geraint
© Alfred Tennyson
'Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
