Smile poems
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How Florence Rings Her Bells
© Alfred Austin
With shimmer of steel and blare of brass,
And Switzers marching with martial stride,
And cavaliers trampling brown the grass,
Came bow-legged Charles through the Apennine pass,
With black Il Moro for traitor guide;
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere
© Alfred Tennyson
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from heaven again
The Presentiment
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OVER her face, so tender and meek,
The light of a prophecy lies,
That has silvered the red of the rose on her cheek,
And chastened the thought in her eyes!
Retirement
© Henry Timrod
My gentle friend! I hold no creed so false
As that which dares to teach that we are born
Mr. Housman's Message
© Ezra Pound
O woe, woe,
People are born and die,
We also shall be dead pretty soon
Therefore let us act as if we were
dead already.
The Friends Burial
© John Greenleaf Whittier
My thoughts are all in yonder town,
Where, wept by many tears,
To-day my mother's friend lays down
The burden of her years.
Earth Odours--After Rain
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Life-yielding fragrance of our Mother Earth!
Benignant breath exhaled from summer showers!-
Trinity Sunday
© John Keble
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide,
Now on Thy mercy's ocean wide
Far out of sight we seem to glide.
Elegy II
© Henry James Pye
Now the brown woods their leafy load resign
And rage the tempests with resistless force?
The Quest
© James Whitcomb Riley
I am looking for Love. Has he passed this way,
With eyes as blue as the skies of May,
And a face as fair as the summer dawn?--
You answer back, but I wander on,--
For you say: "Oh, yes; but his eyes were gray,
And his face as dim as a rainy day."
The Weeping Babe
© Katharine Tynan
She kneels by the cradle
Where Jesus doth lie;
Singing, Lullaby, my Baby!
But why dost Thou cry?
Sonnet LXXXIII: Barren Spring
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns:
And as a girl sails balanced in the wind,
Foreword to Weeds By The Wall
© Madison Julius Cawein
_In the first rare spring of song,
In my heart's young hours,
In my youth 't was thus I sang,
Choosing 'mid the flowers:--_
Farewell To Malta
© George Gordon Byron
Adieu, ye joys of La Valette!
Adieu, sirocco, sun, and sweat!
Adieu, thou palace rarely enter'd!
Adieu, ye mansions where I've ventured!
Good Temper
© Charles Lamb
In whatsoever place resides
Good Temper, she o'er all presides;
The most obdurate heart she guides.
Vision
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I have not walked on common ground,
Nor drunk of earthly streams;
A shining figure, mailed and crowned,
Moves softly through my dreams.
