Smile poems

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On Dragon Hill

© Li Po

Drunk on Dragon Hill tonight,
the banished immortal, Great White,turns among yellow flowers,
his smile wide,as his hat sails away on the wind
and he dances away in the moonlight.

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Green Mountain

© Li Po

You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.

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April

© Rémy Belleau

April, pride of woodland ways,
Of glad days,
April, bringing hope of prime,
To the young flowers that beneath
Their bud sheath
Are guarded in their tender time;

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The Free Selector (song of 1861)

© Anonymous

Ye sons of industry, to you I belong,
And to you I would dedicate a verse or a song.
Rejoicing o'er the victory John Robertson has won
Now the Land Bill has passed and the good time has come.
 Now the Land Bill, etc.

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Summer Evening At Home

© William Lisle Bowles

Come, lovely Evening! with thy smile of peace

  Visit my humble dwelling; welcomed in,

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To The Judge

© James Whitcomb Riley

_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_


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From Faust - I. Dedication

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Parting the vapor mist that round me plays!
My bosom finds its youthful strength again,
Feeling the magic breeze that marks your train.

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A Summons

© John Greenleaf Whittier

MEN of the North-land! where's the manly spirit
Of the true-hearted and the unshackled gone?
Sons of old freemen, do we but inherit
Their names alone?

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The Three Me's

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'd like to steal a day and be

All alone with little me,

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The Harp Of Hoel

© William Lisle Bowles

It was a high and holy sight, 
  When Baldwin and his train,
  With cross and crosier gleaming bright,
  Came chanting slow the solemn rite,
  To Gwentland's pleasant plain.

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The Watchman

© Ada Cambridge

  To mothers and to men;
To take him for our heaven-sent guide
On seas he never voyaged-wide
  And wild beyond his ken.

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The Death of Mary

© Charles Wolfe

I do not think, where'er thou art,
  Thou hast forgotten me;
And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart
  In thinking too of thee!

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Worth While

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

It is easy enough to be pleasant,

When life flows by like a song,

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Maungatua

© Alexander Bathgate

The spirits' mountain, such the name
The early Maori gave:
Where's his forgotten grave?
We know not; but thou'rt still the same
Gloomy and dread Maungatua.

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The White Flag

© John Hay


I sent my love two roses, - one
As white as driven snow,
And one a blushing royal red,
A flaming Jacqueminot.

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The Christmas Box

© Edgar Albert Guest

Oh, we have shipped his Christmas box with ribbons red 'tis tied,
  And he shall find the things he likes from them he loves inside,
  But he must miss the kisses true and all the laughter gay
  And he must miss the smiles of home upon his Christmas Day.

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Question And Answer On The Mountain

© Li Po

You ask for what reason I stay on the green mountain,
I smile, but do not answer, my heart is at leisure.
Peach blossom is carried far off by flowing water,
Apart, I have heaven and earth in the human world.

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On The Death Of Dr. Lancton President Of Maudlin College

© William Strode

When men for injuryes unsatisfy'd,
For hopes cutt off, for debts not fully payd,
For legacies in vain expected, mourne
Over theyr owne respects within the urne,

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The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book III

© William Butler Yeats

Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke,
High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our glances the tide;
And those that fled, and that followed, from the foam-pale distance broke;
The immortal desire of Immortals we saw in their faces, and sighed.