Smile poems
/ page 288 of 369 /Michael The Archangel
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
A Statuette.
I.
MY white archangel, with thy steadfast eyes
Twenty-Fifth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
The bright-haired morn is glowing
O'er emerald meadows gay,
The Crocodile
© Roald Dahl
Go lock the door and fetch my gun!
Go on child, hurry! Quickly run!
No stop! Stand back! He's coming in!
Oh, look, that greasy greenish skin!
The shining teeth, the greedy smile!
It's CrockyWock, the Crocodile!"
Allan Herbert
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SCENE I.
[The hall of a country house in Westmoreland, surrounded with portraits of the M. . . . family. Allan Herbert, and Jocelyn, an old domestic, are seen standing before the likeness of a lady, young, and wonderfully fair.]
HERBERT.
Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign
© Amelia Opie
Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain!
Nor wake so soon thy genial power;
For deeds of death must hail thy reign,
And clouds of fate around thee lower:….
To Brenda Williams writing Against The Grain
© Barry Tebb
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his Defence of Ignorance how many poets
To The Sighing Strephon
© George Gordon Byron
Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend;
Your pardon, a thousand times o'er:
From friendship I strove your pangs to remove,
But, I swear, I will do so no more.
The Parish Register - Part II: Marriages
© George Crabbe
made.
Yet now, would Phoebe her consent afford,
Her slave alone, again he'd mount the board;
With her should years of growing love be spent,
And growing wealth;--she sigh'd and look'd consent.
Now, through the lane, up hill, and 'cross the
For A Fatherless Son
© Sylvia Plath
You will be aware of an absence, presently,
Growing beside you, like a tree,