Smile poems

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The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head

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Denial

© Edgar Albert Guest


I'd like to give 'em all they ask—it hurts to have to answer, "No,"

And say they cannot have the things they tell me they are wanting so;

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The Visitor

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

LITTLE lady at de do',

W'y you stan' dey knockin'?

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"The Undying One" - Canto II

© Caroline Norton

'Neath these, and many more than these, my arm
Hath wielded desperately the avenging steel--
And half exulting in the awful charm
Which hung upon my life--forgot to feel!

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The Seven Isles

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I dream of western waters, and of the Seven Isles,
And of mornings when they appear
Flowering out of the mist on a sea of smiles,
Warm and familiar and near.

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Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter V

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Griselda's madness lasted forty days,
Forty eternities! Men went their ways,
And suns arose and set, and women smiled,
And tongues wagged lightly in impeachment wild

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Peggy

© Allan Ramsay

My Peggy is a young thing,

Just enter'd in her teens,

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The Poet’s Lot

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

WHAT is a poet's love?--
To write a girl a sonnet,
To get a ring, or some such thing,
And fustianize upon it.

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Two Or Three

© John Keats

Two or three Posies
With two or three simples--
Two or three Noses
With two or three pimples--

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Carmen Seculare For The Year 1800

© Henry James Pye

I.

  Incessant down the stream of Time

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Tale XVI

© George Crabbe

cause -
This creature frights her, overpowers, and awes."
Six weeks had pass'd--"In truth, my love, this

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Molony’s Lament

© William Makepeace Thackeray

O TIM, did you hear of thim Saxons,
 And read what the peepers report?
They're goan to recal the Liftinant,
 And shut up the Castle and Coort!

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To ------ On The Various Styles Of Poetry

© Thomas Parnell

I hate ye vulgar with untunefull ears
Soules uninspird & negligent of verse
Hence ye prophane be farr removd away
While to my powr I woud my friend repay

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She Sat Alone Beside Her Hearth

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

SHE sat alone beside her hearth—
For many nights alone;
She slept not on the pleasant couch
Where fragrant herbs were strewn.

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Sonnet VI. Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend...

© William Lisle Bowles

Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend,

Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still,

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She moved through the Fair

© Padraic Colum


My young love said to me,

"My mother won't mind

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To The Painted Columbine

© Jones Very

Bright image of the early years
When glowed my cheek as red as thou,
And life's dark throng of cares and fears
Were swift-winged shadows o'er my sunny brow!

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Lali

© John Le Gay Brereton

  While the summer day is hot
  You and I will loaf awhile,
  Lolling in a leafy spot,
  Lali of the cunning smile.

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Plighted

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty!
Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty:
Love given willingly, full and free,
Love for love's sake, - as mine to thee.

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Accolon Of Gaul: Part I

© Madison Julius Cawein

  "Will love grow less when dead the roguish Spring,
  Who from gay eyes sowed violets whispering;
  Peach petals in wild cheeks, wan-wasted thro'
  Of withering grief, laid lovely 'neath the dew,
  Will love grow less?