Smile poems
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Your Strange Hair
© Renee Vivien
Your strange hair, cold light,
Has pale glows and blond dullness;
Your gaze has the blue of ether and waves;
Your gown has the chill of the breeze and the woods.
Epilogue To 'She Stoops To Conquer'
© Oliver Goldsmith
WELL, having stoop'd to conquer with success,
And gain'd a husband without aid from dress,
Real Help
© Edgar Albert Guest
If you can smooth his path a bit,
Bring laughter to his worried face,
Der Freischutz
© Madison Julius Cawein
He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young,
Brown as a walnut the first frost hath hulled;
Songs Of Seven (complete)
© Jean Ingelow
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover,
There’s no rain left in heaven:
I’ve said my “seven times” over and over,
Seven times one are seven.
Love In Disguise
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"Oh! I am Love," she whispered low,
"And fain I too with Death would go;
My lovercold is he,
Who bids me fly the trysting-place."
She raised the veil from off her face
My Phyllis smiled on me!
Gone
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Another hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;
And glows once more with Angel-steps
The path which reaches Heaven.
Indian Dancers
© Sarojini Naidu
Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer around them in fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
Grandpa's Christmas
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In his great cushioned chair by the fender
An old man sits dreaming to-night,
Stanzas. -- April, 1814
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon,
Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even:
Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon,
And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.
Im So Good That I Dont Have To Brag
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Now I'm warnin' all you women don't stand too close to me cause you might catch fire
Now you're talkin' to a man in a whole other kind of bag
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto III.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
III A Paradox
To tryst Love blindfold goes, for fear
He should not see, and eyeless night
He chooses still for breathing near
Beauty, that lives but in the sight.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Spanish Jew's Second Tale; Scanderbeg
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The battle is fought and won
By King Ladislaus, the Hun,
Hymn of Apollo
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
The Little White Rabbit
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
May I go to the field, said the little white rabbit,
Where the corn grows sweet and high?
The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Third
© Mark Akenside
See! in what crouds the uncouth forms advance:
Each would outstrip the other, each prevent
Our careful search, and offer to your gaze,
Unask'd, his motley features. Wait awhile,
My curious friends! and let us first arrange
In proper order your promiscuous throng.
Paranoid
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Everybody says I'm paranoid they all think I'm crazy
They all smile to my face but they'd like to see me die
They put poison in my coffee they put ground glass in my oatmeal
They put spiders in my tennis shoes and shit in my pecan pie
