Smile poems
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To Anactoria, Who Has Forsaken A Once-Loved Girlfriend Of Sappho
© Sappho
Rushing war-hosts, horsemen or foot or galleys
These doth one call, those doth another, fairest
Be Not Dismayed
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when death
Sets its white seal upon some worshipped face.
Faithful Eckart.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The band of the Sorceress sisters.
They hitherward speed, and on finding us here,
They'll drink, though with toil we have fetch'd it, the beer,
The Spectral Attitudes
© André Breton
I attach no importance to life
I pin not the least of life's butterflies to importance
How A Fair One No Hope To His Highness Accorded
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
The Moral: The people across the brine
Are exceedingly strong on Auld Lang Syne,
But they're lost in the push when they strike a gang
That is strong on American new line slang!
The Meeting Of The Dryads
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IT was not many centuries since,
When, gathered on the moonlit green,
Beneath the Tree of Liberty,
A ring of weeping sprites was seen.
The Maid Of The Mill's Treachery.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This Ballad is introduced in the Wanderjahre,
in a tale called The Foolish Pilgrim.]WHENCE comes our friend so hastily,When scarce the Eastern sky is grey?
Hath he just ceased, though cold it be,In yonder holy spot to pray?
The brook appears to hem his path,Would he barefooted o'er it go?
Jupiter And Fortune.
© Mary Barber
Enough--the Thunderer reply'd;
But say, whom have you satisfy'd?
These boasted Gifts are thine, I own;
But know, Content is mine alone.
Premature Spring.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
DAYS full of rapture,Are ye renew'd ?--
Smile in the sunlightMountain and wood?Streams richer ladenFlow through the dale,
Are these the meadows?Is this the vale?Coolness cerulean!Heaven and height!
Fish crowd the ocean,Golden and bright.Birds of gay plumageSport in the grove,
Ballad Of The Banished And Returning Count.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl,
founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad,
but he never carried out his design.]
Mischievous Joy.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AS a butterfly renew'd,When in life I breath'd my last,To the spots my flight I wing,Scenes of heav'nly rapture past,Over meadows, to the spring,
Round the hill, and through the wood.Soon a tender pair I spy,And I look down from my seatOn the beauteous maiden's head--When embodied there I meetAll I lost as soon as dead,
Happy as before am I.Him she clasps with silent smile,And his mouth the hour improves,Sent by kindly Deities;First from breast to mouth it roves,Then from mouth to hands it flies,
And I round him sport the while.And she sees me hov'ring near;Trembling at her lovers rapture,Up she springs--I fly away,"Dearest! let's the insect captureCome! I long to make my prey
Dedication.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
By new-born flow'rs that full of dew-drops hung;
The youthful day awoke with ecstacy,
And all things quicken'd were, to quicken me.
After Sixty Years
© Edith Nesbit
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar
Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer
A Letter From Italy
© Joseph Addison
Salve magna parens frugum Saturnia tellus,
Magna virûm! tibi res antiquæ laudis et artis
The Mountain Castle.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THERE stands on yonder high mountainA castle built of yore,
Where once lurked horse and horsemanIn rear of gate and of door.Now door and gate are in ashes,And all around is so still;
And over the fallen ruinsI clamber just as I will.Below once lay a cellar,With costly wines well stor'd;
No more the glad maid with her pitcherDescends there to draw from the hoard.No longer the goblet she placesBefore the guests at the feast;
The Vanity of Human Wishes: The Tenth Satire of Juvenal, Imitated by Samuel Johnson
© Samuel Johnson
Yet still the gen'ral Cry the Skies assails
And Gain and Grandeur load the tainted Gales;
Few know the toiling Statesman's Fear or Care,
Th' insidious Rival and the gaping Heir.
True Enjoyment.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To join the angelic choir above,
In heaven's bright mansions to abide,--
No diff'rence at the change thoult prove.
