Smile poems
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The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades
© George Meredith
He tells it, who knew the law
Upon mortals: he stood alive
Declaring that this he saw:
He could see, and survive.
A Poem Dedicated To The Memory Of The Late Learned And Eminent Mr. William Law, Professor Of Philoso
© Robert Blair
In silence to suppress my griefs I've tried,
And kept within its banks the swelling tide!
But all in vain: unbidden numbers flow;
Spite of myself my sorrows vocal grow.
The Foolish Old Man
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
All silent he for a year and a day
All lone with his rage and sorrow,
Then he spoke his wrath, "Too long I stay,
I will seek their roof to-morrow."
The Nixes Song
© Madison Julius Cawein
Vague, vague 'neath darkling waves,
With emerald-curving caves
The Child Of The Islands - Opening
© Caroline Norton
I.
OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth,
What joy is welcomed like a new-born child?
What life so wretched, but that, at its birth,
Father, I Know That All My Life
© Anna Laetitia Waring
I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And to wipe the weeping eyes;
And a heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathise.
St. Philip And St. James
© John Keble
Dear is the morning gale of spring,
And dear th' autumnal eve;
But few delights can summer bring
A Poet's crown to weave.
Upon The Same Event
© William Wordsworth
WHEN, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn
The tidings past of servitude repealed,
And of that joy which shook the Isthmian Field,
The rough Aetolians smiled with bitter scorn.
On The Brink
© Charles Stuart Calverley
I watch'd her as she stoopd to pluck
A wild flower in her hair to twine;
For A Child
© Harriet Monroe
Still he lies,
Pale, wan, and strangely wise.
Under the white coverlet
He lies here sleeping yet,
Though it is day,
Though through the window flares the gaudy day.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius
© Robert Browning
Thus
Would I defend the step,were the thing true
Which is a fable,see my former speech,
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.
For Class Meeting
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,
To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it has been,
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 8
© Publius Vergilius Maro
WHEN Turnus had assembled all his powrs,
His standard planted on Laurentums towrs;
A Child's Hair
© William Watson
A letter from abroad. I tear
Its sheathing open, unaware
What treasure gleams within; and there-
Like bird from cage-
Flutters a curl of golden hair
Out of the page.
A Tragi-Comedy
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
'Twas on a gloomy afternoon
When all the world was out of tune,
Evangeline: Part The Second. III.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branches
Garlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,
The Substitute
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
How say'st, thou? die to-morrrow? Oh! my friend!
The bitter, bitter doom!
What hast thou done to tempt this ghastly end--
This death of shame and gloom?
Wold Friends A-Met
© William Barnes
Aye, vull my heart's blood now do roll,
An' gaÿ do rise my happy soul,
Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV)
© Alexander Pope
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,
Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?
