Smile poems
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Poppy And Mandragora
© Madison Julius Cawein
Let us go far from here!
Here there is sadness in the early year:
The Father
© Muriel Stuart
The evening found us whom the day had fled,
Once more in bitter anger, you and I,
501. The Solemn League and Covenant
© Robert Burns
THE SOLEMN League and Covenant
Now brings a smile, now brings a tear;
But sacred Freedom, too, was theirs:
If thourt a slave, indulge thy sneer
The Miracle Of Padre Junipero
© Francis Bret Harte
This is the tale that the Chronicle
Tells of the wonderful miracle
Wrought by the pious Padre Serro,
The very reverend Junipero.
113. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
© Robert Burns
The Poet, some guid angel help him,
Or else, I fear, some ill ane skelp him!
He may do weel for a hes done yet,
But onlyhes no just begun yet.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09:
© Conrad Aiken
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.
You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing
As other nights when we are dead will pass . . .'
Perhaps I misconstrue you: you mean only,
'How deathly pale my face looks in that glass . . .'
241. Written in Friars Carse Hermitage (Second Version)
© Robert Burns
THOU whom chance may hither lead,
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deckt in silken stole,
Grave these counsels on thy soul.
Two Christmas Eves
© Edith Nesbit
Don't go to sleep; you mustn't sleep
Here on the frozen floor! Yes, creep
Closer to me. Oh, if I knew
What is this something left to do!
The Ballad of the White Horse
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?
A Mother In Egypt
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
"About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt: and all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon the throne, even unto the firstborn of the maid-servant that is behind the mill."
Buick
© Karl Shapiro
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spine
And a keel as steel as a root that holds in the sea as she leans,
Leaning and laughing, my warm-hearted beauty, you ride, you ride,
You tack on the curves with parabola speed and a kiss of goodbye,
Like a thoroughbred sloop, my new high-spirited spirit, my kiss.
A Little Grey Curl
© Louisa May Alcott
A little grey curl from my father's head
I find unburned on the hearth,
The One Whose Reproach I Cannot Evade
© George Hitchcock
She sits in her glass garden
and awaits the guests -
The sailor with the blue tangerines
the fish clothed in languages
the dolphin with a revolver in its teeth.
The Mirror
© Madison Julius Cawein
An antique mirror this,
I like it not at all,
In this lonely room where the goblin gloom
Scowls from the arrased wall.
155. Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope House
© Robert Burns
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date,
When I was bardless, young, and blate,
An first could thresh the barn,
Or haud a yokin at the pleugh;
98. To Mr. MAdam, of Craigen-Gillan
© Robert Burns
SIR, oer a gill I gat your card,
I trow it made me proud;
See wha taks notice o the bard!
I lap and cried fu loud.
Old Years And New
© Edgar Albert Guest
Old years and new years, all blended into one,
The best of what there is to be, the best of what is gone--
Let's bury all the failures in the dim and dusty past
And keep the smiles of friendship and laughter to the last.
319. Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn
© Robert Burns
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills,
By fits the suns departing beam
Lookd on the fading yellow woods,
That wavd oer Lugars winding stream:
