Smile poems
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We Are Not Always Glad When We Smile
© James Whitcomb Riley
We are not always glad when we smile:
Though we wear a fair face and are gay,
In Sutton Woods
© Alfred Austin
There-peace once more; the restless roar
Of troubled cities dies away.
``Welcome to our broad shade once more,''
The dear old woodlands seem to say.
The Wood Carver's Wife
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
JEAN MARCHANT, the wood-carver.
DORETTE, his wife.
LOUIS DE LOTBINIERE.
SHAGONAS, an Indian lad.
A Business Deal
© George Ade
An ancient joker, grizzled and half-bald,
With the outward seeming and the attire
By The Sea
© Sara Teasdale
Beside an ebbing northern sea
While stars awaken one by one,
We walk together, I and he.
Practising The Anthem
© Ada Cambridge
A summer wind blows through the open porch,
And, 'neath the rustling eaves,
A summer light of moonrise, calm and pale,
Shines through a vale of leaves.
How Is It That I Am Now So Softly Awakened
© Conrad Aiken
How is it that I am now so softly awakened,
My leaves shaken down with music?
Sonnet XVII. From The Thirteenth Cantata Of Metastasio
© Charlotte Turner Smith
ON thy grey bark, in witness of my flame,
I carve Miranda's cypher--Beauteous tree!
Graced with the lovely letters of her name,
Henceforth be sacred to my love and me!
Renewel of Strength
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
And over the shadows of my life
Stole the light of a peace divine.
The Wreck Of Rivermouth
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,
By dawn or sunset shone across,
To Laura
© Amelia Opie
Cease, Laura, cease, suspect no more
This careless heart has learnt to love,
Because on yonder lonely shore
I still at pensive evening rove;
The Fan : A Poem. Book II.
© John Gay
But see, fair Venus comes in all her state;
The wanton Loves and Graces round her wait;
With her loose robe officious Zephyrs play,
And strow with odoriferous flowers the way.
In her right hand she waves the fluttering fan,
And thus in melting sounds her speech began.
The Law Of Death
© John Hay
But when she saw her child was dead,
She scattered ashes on her head,
And seized the small corpse, pale and sweet,
And rushing wildly through the street,
She sobbing fell at Buddha's feet.
Enceladus
© Alfred Noyes
And hungered, yet no comrade of the wolf,
And cold, but with no power upon the sun,
A master of this world that mastered him!
Buttercups and Daisies
© Eliza Cook
I never see a young hand hold
The starry bunch of white and gold,
Skilsmissen
© Jens Baggesen
Hun
Snart hæves jeg til Lysets Sæde;
Mig Gravens Mørke skrækker ei;
O! doppelt døde jeg med Glæde,
Hvis nogen elskte dig, som jeg.
The Sunset
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
There late was One within whose subtle being,
As light and wind within some delicate cloud
That fades amid the blue noon's burning sky,
Genius and death contended. None may know
Over The Darkened City
© Conrad Aiken
The fisherman draws his streaming net from the sea
And sails toward the far-off city, that seems
Like one vague tower.
The dark bow plunges to foam on blue-black waves,
And shrill rain seethes like a ghostly music about him
In a quiet shower.
Her First Season
© William Michael Rossetti
He gazed her over, from her eyebrows down
Even to her feet: he gazed so with the good
