Smile poems
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Sir Thomas Lawrence
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
DIVINEST art, the stars above
Were fated on thy birth to shine;
Oh, born of beauty and of love,
What early poetry was thine!
The Joy Of The Cross
© William Cowper
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
My soul to that dear hand of thine,
Without reserve or fear;
That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes;
Or into smiles of glad surprise
Transform the falling tear.
A Parody
© William Shenstone
When first, Philander, first I came
Where Avon rolls his winding stream,
Tuesday In Easter Week
© John Keble
Thou first-born of the year's delight,
Pride of the dewy glade,
In vernal green and virgin white,
Thy vestal robes, arrayed:
Sacrifice
© Rainer Maria Rilke
How my body blooms from every vein
more fragrantly, since you appeared to me;
look, I walk slimmer now and straighter,
and all you do is wait-:who are you then?
Holyday
© Emily Jane Brontë
A LITTLE while, a little while,
The noisy crowd are barred away;
And I can sing and I can smile
A little while I've holyday!
Scene From Tasso
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
MADDALO, A COURTIER.
MALPIGLIO, A POET.
PIGNA, A MINISTER.
ALBANO, AN USHER.
Witchcraft
© Madison Julius Cawein
THIS world is made a witchcraft place
With gazing on a woman's face.
Floretty's Musical Contribution
© James Whitcomb Riley
And then some one
Of the loud-wrangling boys said--"_Course_ they's none
No more, _these_ days!--They's Fairies _ust_ to be,
But they're all dead, a hunderd years!" said he.
The Morning-Glory
© Maria White Lowell
We wreathed about our darling's head
The morning-glory bright;
Vision Of Columbus - Book 7
© Joel Barlow
Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,
Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.
The Maids of the Mountains
© Anonymous
In the wild Weddin Mountains there live two young dames
Kate O'Meally, Bet Mayhew are their pretty names;
These maids of the mountains are bonny bush belles,
They ride out on horseback, togged out like young swells.
Tale VII
© George Crabbe
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A useful lass,--you may have more to do."
Dreadful were these commands; but worse than
Song Of The Negro Boatman
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come
To set de people free;
An' massa tink it day ob doom,
An' we ob jubilee.
John Day: XIII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
DAY was a full-blown flower in heaven, alive
With murmuring joy of bees and birds aswarm,
The Parting Word
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I must leave thee, lady sweet
Months shall waste before we meet;
Glad
© Edgar Albert Guest
Theres a battered old drum on the floor,
And a Teddy bear sleeps in my chair,
The Old Year
© Henry Kendall
IT PASSED like the breath of the night-wind away,
It fled like a mist at the dawn of the day;
It lasted its moment, then backward was hurled,
Another increase to the age of the world.
Paralytic
© Sylvia Plath
It happens. Will it go on? --
My mind a rock,
No fingers to grip, no tongue,
My god the iron lung
