Smile poems
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Washing the Dishes
© Christopher Morley
WHEN we on simple rations sup
How easy is the washing up!
But heavy feeding complicates
The task by soiling many plates.
Finery
© Ann Taylor
IN an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,
With a large little party the evening to spend.
On The Road
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
October, and eleven after dark:
Both mist and night. Among us in the coach
After Her Going
© Francis Thompson
The after-even! Ah, did I walk,
Indeed, in her or even?
For nothing of me or around
But absent She did leaven,
Felt in my body as its soul,
And in my soul its heaven.
The Message Of The Lilies
© Madison Julius Cawein
My soul and I went walking
Beneath the moon of Spring;
The lilies pale were talking,
Were faintly murmuring.
A Valentine
© Madison Julius Cawein
My life is grown a witchcraft place
Through gazing on thy form and face.
Min Anden Skabelse
© Jens Baggesen
Udannet sprang jeg af min Moders Arme,
Udannet fra min Ungdoms Leders Haand;
Tied Down
© Edgar Albert Guest
"They tie you down," a woman said,
Whose cheeks should have been flaming red
Sonnet X: The Portrait
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O Lord of all compassionate control,
O Love! let this my lady's picture glow
Tale IX
© George Crabbe
course,"
Replied the Youth; "but has it power to force?
Unless it forces, call it as you will,
It is but wish, and proneness to the ill."
"Art thou not tempted?"--"Do I fall?" said
Tombs
© Kostas Karyotakis
Helen S. Lamari, 1878-1912
Poet and musician.
Died with the most frightful pains of the body
and with the greatest calm of the spirit.
ATHENIAN CEMETERY
The King's Hunt is up
© William Gray
The hunt is up, the hunt is up,
And it is well nigh day;
And Harry our king is gone hunting,
To bring his deer to bay.
Since Shade Relents
© Paul Verlaine
Since shade relents, since 'tis indeed the day,
Since hope I long had deemed forever flown,
Wings back to me that call on her and pray,
Since so much joy consents to be my own,-
Little Girls Must Not Fret
© Ann Taylor
WHAT is it that makes little Emily cry?
Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:
Therelay down your head on my bosomthat's right,
And now tell mamma what's the matter to-night.
The Progress Of The Rose
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The days of old, the good old days,
Whose misty memories haunt us still,
Demand alike our blame and praise,
And claim their shares of good and ill.
Tired
© Ada Cambridge
O for wings! that I might soar
A little way above the floor,
A little way beyond the roar-
Summum Bonum
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Thanks to His love let earth and man dispense
In smoke of worship when the heart is stillest,
A praying more than prayer: "Great good have I,
Till it be greater good to lay it by;
Nor can I lose peace, power, permanence,
For these smile on me from the thing Thou willest!"
Old Cambridge
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
AND can it be you've found a place
Within this consecrated space,
They Who Return
© Katharine Tynan
Into the stricken house who steals on quiet feet
And sudden brings the sunshine it used to wear?
Whose is the tender whisper that turns the bitter sweet?
Whose kiss is on your forehead, whose breath in your hair?
