Smile poems

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Requiem

© Edith Nesbit

NOW veiled in the inviolable past
  Love lies asleep, who never more will wake;
  Nor would you wake him, even for my sake
Who for your sake pray he sleep sound at last.

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Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots

© William Wordsworth

SMILE of the Moon!--for I so name

That silent greeting from above;

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Fair Annie

© Andrew Lang

"It's narrow, narrow, make your bed,
And learn to lie your lane:
For I'm ga'n oer the sea, Fair Annie,
A braw bride to bring hame.
Wi her I will get gowd and gear;
Wi you I neer got nane.

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An Empty Room

© Roderic Quinn

"THIS is the room where Pinksie died";
So runs the writing there on the wall.
The world outside is a golden tide
Of light, but here the shadows fall.

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Somebody Spoke A Cheering Word

© Edgar Albert Guest

SOMEBODY spoke a cheering word,

Somebody praised his labor,

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Limerick: There was an Old Man who said, 'How

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man who said, 'How
Shall I flee from that horrible cow?
I will sit on this stile,
And continue to smile,
Which may soften the heart of that cow.'

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Sixty Years Ago

© Alice Guerin Crist

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The double-blossomed peach-trees with rosy bloom were gay

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Steam-Launches on the Thames

© James Kenneth Stephen

Henley, June 7, 1891.
    Shall we, to whom the stream by right belongs, 
   Who travel silent, save, perchance, for songs;
   Whose track's a ripple,-leaves the Thames a lake,

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Don Juan: Canto The Tenth

© George Gordon Byron

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found

In that slight startle from his contemplation--

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To A Beautiful Quaker

© George Gordon Byron

Sweet girl! though only once we met,

That meeting I shall ne'er forget;

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A Song Of Greek Prose

© Robert Fuller Murray

Thrice happy are those
  Who ne'er heard of Greek Prose—
Or Greek Poetry either, as far as that goes;
  For Liddell and Scott
  Shall cumber them not,
Nor Sargent nor Sidgwick shall break their repose.

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A Rustic Seat Near The Sea

© William Lisle Bowles

To him, who, many a night upon the main,

  At mid-watch, from the bounding vessel's side,

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Waiting For Spring

© John Newton

Though cloudy skies, and northern blasts,
Retard the gentle spring awhile;
The sun will conqu'ror prove at last,
And nature wear a vernal smile.

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The Visit Of The Gods. Imitated From Schiller

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  Never, believe me,
  Appear the Immortals,
  Never alone:
Scarce had I welcomed the Sorrow-beguiler,

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Book Third [Residence at Cambridge]

© William Wordsworth

IT was a dreary morning when the wheels
Rolled over a wide plain o'erhung with clouds,
And nothing cheered our way till first we saw
The long-roofed chapel of King's College lift
Turrets and pinnacles in answering files,
Extended high above a dusky grove.

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An Old Doll

© Ada Cambridge

Low on her little stool she sits
 To make a nursing lap,
And cares for nothing but the form
 Her little arms enwrap.

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Cloudy Sky

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

And some dry nights she won't come out when she hears him callin'
The tears come streamin' on down his cheeks and that's the rain a fallin'
Don't ya feel it baby hat's the rain a fallin'
Love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see
And that ol' cloud up in the sky's got as much a chance in love as me

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All here

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IT is not what we say or sing,

That keeps our charm so long unbroken,

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Seventy-Six

© William Cullen Bryant

What heroes from the woodland sprung,
  When, through the fresh awakened land,
The thrilling cry of freedom rung,
And to the work of warfare strung
  The yeoman's iron hand!

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Truth

© William Cowper

Man, on the dubious waves of error toss'd,

His ship half founder'd, and his compass lost,