Smile poems
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Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh if you read in the papers that she's been seen
A gettin' in an out of some millionare's long custom made limousine
She may fool you with her smile but I can see
That's just her poor hopeless heartless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me
To Fairy
© Henry Timrod
Do you recall - I know you do -
A little gift once made to you -
A simple basket filled with flowers,
All favorites of our Southern bowers?
The Proof Of Worth
© Edgar Albert Guest
Though victory's proof of the skill you possess,
Defeat is the proof of your grit;
Hermes Trismegistus
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Still through Egypt's desert places
Flows the lordly Nile,
Ballads Of Four Seasons: Summer
© Li Po
On Mirror Lake outspread for miles and miles,
The lotus lilies in full blossom teem.
In fifth moon Xi Shi gathers them with smiles,
Watchers o'erwhelm the bank of Yuoye Stream.
Her boat turns back without waiting moonrise
To yoyal house amid amorous sighs.
New Spring (1831)
© Heinrich Heine
Soft, aloft, the bells do ring,
Gentlest thoughts they sing me.
Ring and sing, my song of spring,
Through the blue sky wing thee
The Knitting Song
© Jessie Pope
Click -- click -- click,
How they dart and flick,
Flashing in the firelight to and fro!
Now for purl and plain,
Round and round again,
Knitting love and luck in every row.
Translation From Horace
© George Gordon Byron
[Justum et tenacem propositi virum, &c.]
The man of firm and noble soul
No factious clamours can control;
No threat'ning tyrant's darkling brow
The Bishop and the Busman
© William Schwenck Gilbert
It was a Bishop bold,
And London was his see,
He was short and stout and round about
And zealous as could be.
The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies
© Thomas Hood
I
'Twas in that mellow season of the year
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves
Till they be gold,and with a broader sphere
The Choice of Valentines
© Thomas Nashe
Pardon sweete flower of matchless Poetrie,
And fairest bud the red rose euer bare ;
Sabbath, My Love
© Yehudah HaLevi
Six slaves the weekdays are; I share
With them a round of toil and care,
Yet light the burdens seem, I bear
For your sweet sake, Sabbath, my love!
Ode II
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
While wounded men leaped on their feet to hear,
And dying men upraised their eyes to see
How on the conflict's lowering canopy,
Dawned the first rainbow hues of victory!
The Walking Man
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Sunny summer day it was when loping in to Laramie,
I overtook the Walking Man, reined up and nodded "How!!"
Songs with Preludes: Lamentation
© Jean Ingelow
I read upon that book,
Which down the golden gulf doth let us look
