Smile poems
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The Maid O Newton
© William Barnes
In zummer, when the knaps wer bright
In cool-aïr'd evenèn's western light,
Then And Now
© Madison Julius Cawein
When my old heart was young, my dear,
The Earth and Heaven were so near
Ad Finem
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
On the white throat of useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
To Anne: Oh, Say Not, Sweet Anne
© George Gordon Byron
Oh, say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed
The heart which adores you should wish to dissever;
Such Fates were to me most unkind ones indeed,
To bear me from love and from beauty for ever.
The Hereafter
© James Whitcomb Riley
Hereafter! O we need not waste
Our smiles or tears, whatever befall:
There Is a Lady Sweet and Kind
© Thomas Ford
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleas'd my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
Human Failings
© Edgar Albert Guest
RECKON when our days are done
And God takes up our record sheets, And sees the battles we have won, He'll want to read of our defeats.
The Wanderers Return
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
An old heart's mourning is a hideous thing,
And weeds upon an aged weeper cling
Like night upon a grave. The city there,
Gaunt as a woman who has once been fair,
Motherhood
© Mathilde Blind
Yea, shall she not rejoice, shall not her frame
Thrill with a mystic rapture! At this birth,
The soul now kindled by her vital flame
May it not prove a gift of priceless worth?
Some saviour of his kind whose starry fame
Shall bring a brightness to the darkened earth.
Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue I
© John Kenyon
Yet the heart vents still more indignant blame,
Where Lawgivers their sullen codes proclaim,
And idly would constrain the creed within,
As if Belief were Crime, and ToleranceSin.
A Dream Of Sappho
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``Stranger! the voice that trembles in your ear,
You would have placed, had you been fancy--free,
First in the chorus of the happiest sphere,
The home of deified mortality:
If Only
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If I might only love my God and die!
But now He bids me love Him and live on,
The Whistler
© Virna Sheard
Throughout the sunny day he whistled on his way--
Oh high and low, and gay and sweet,
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 4
© Publius Vergilius Maro
BUT anxious cares already seizd the queen:
She fed within her veins a flame unseen;
Nature And the Book
© Alfred Austin
I closed the book. The summer shower
In smiling dimples ebbed away,
But still on leaf, and blade, and flower,
The fallen raindrops glistening lay.
Ginevra
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
THE DIRGE.
Old winter was gone
In his weakness back to the mountains hoar,
And the spring came down
From the planet that hovers upon the shore
Rizpah
© William Cullen Bryant
And he delivered them into the hands of the Gibeonites, and they
hanged them in the hill before the Lord; and they fell all seven
together, and were put to death in the days of the harvest, in the
first days, in the beginning of barley-harvest.
The Moon And Sea
© George Darley
Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass
And ponders over her image in the sea,
