Smile poems
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403. The Soldiers Return: A Ballad
© Robert Burns
WHEN wild wars deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
Wi mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning;
Mignon
© Madison Julius Cawein
Oh, Mignon's mouth is like a rose,
A red, red rose, that half uncurls
The Child-World
© James Whitcomb Riley
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows
No more its airy visions of pure joy--
As when you were a boy.
Book Fifth-Books
© William Wordsworth
There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone
Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake,
91. The Vision
© Robert Burns
And wear thou thisshe solemn said,
And bound the holly round my head:
The polishd leaves and berries red
Did rustling play;
And, like a passing thought, she fled
In light away. [To Mrs. Stewart of Stair Burns presented a manuscript copy of the Vision. That copy embraces about twenty stanzas at the end of Duan First, which he cancelled when he came to print the price in his Kilmarnock volume. Seven of these he restored in printing his second edition, as noted on p. 174. The following are the verses which he left unpublished.]
Nothing Unusual
© Edgar Albert Guest
They lived together thirty years,
I Through storm and sunshine, weal and woe;
Old-Fashioned Letters
© Edgar Albert Guest
Old-fashioned letters! How good they were!
And nobody writes them now;
110. Epistle to a Young Friend
© Robert Burns
May, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu friend,
A something to have sent you,
Tho it should serve nae ither end
Than just a kind memento:
54. Man was made to Mourn: A Dirge
© Robert Burns
WHEN chill Novembers surly blast
Made fields and forests bare,
One evning, as I wanderd forth
Along the banks of Ayr,
Jacqueline
© Samuel Rogers
'Twas Autumn; thro' Provence had ceased
The vintage, and the vintage-feast.
The sun had set behind the hill,
The moon was up, and all was still,
The Agonizing Memory
© Pierre Louys
I remember . . . (at what hour of the day
do I not have her in my sight?)--I remember
the way she lifted up her hair with her pale
and feeble fingers. I remember a night she
400. SongLovely young Jessie
© Robert Burns
TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o the Yarrow,
And fair are the maids on the banks of the Ayr;
But by the sweet side o the Niths winding river,
Are lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair:
The Progress of Taste, or the Fate of Delicacy
© William Shenstone
A POEM ON THE TEMPER AND STUDIES OF THE AUTHOR; AND HOW GREAT A MISFORTUNE IT IS FOR A MAN OF SMALL ESTATE TO HAVE MUCH TASTE.
Part first.
Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts I.-II.
© John Logan
Yet lost to fame is virtue's orient reign;
The patriot lived, the hero died in vain,
Dark night descended o'er the human day,
And wiped the glory of the world away:
Whirled round the gulf, the acts of time were tost,
Then in the vast abyss for ever lost.
El Nudo (The Knot)
© Delmira Agustini
Su idilio fue una larga sonrisa a cuatro labios…
En el regazo cálido de rubia primavera
Amáronse talmente que entre sus dedos sabios
Palpitó la divina forma de la Quimera.
45. My Girl shes Airy: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
MY girl shes airy, shes buxom and gay;
Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May;
A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:
Shes always good naturd, good humourd, and free;
She dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;
I never am happy when out of her sight.
386. The Rights of WomenSpoken by Miss Fontenelle
© Robert Burns
Now, thank our stars! those Gothic times are fled;
Now, well-bred menand you are all well-bred
Most justly think (and we are much the gainers)
Such conduct neither spirit, wit, nor manners.
