Smile poems
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When The Hearse Comes Back
© James Whitcomb Riley
A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man kin meet
Is some poor feller's funeral a-joggin' 'long the street:
Ellen Brine Ov Allenburn
© William Barnes
Noo soul did hear her lips complaïn,
An' she's a-gone vrom all her païn,
The Reformer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
ALL grim and soiled and brown with tan,
I saw a Strong One, in his wrath,
Smiting the godless shrines of man
Along his path.
The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius - Book II.
© James Beattie
I.
Of chance or change O let not man complain,
Else shall he never never cease to wail:
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain
The Girl He Left Behind
© Edgar Albert Guest
We used to think her frivolousyou know how
parents are,
Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister to Mr. C. Cotton
© Richard Lovelace
Virgins, if thus you dare but courage take
To follow her in life, else through this lake
Of Nature wade, and breake her earthly bars,
Y' are fixt with her upon a throne of stars,
Arched with a pure Heav'n chrystaline,
Where round you love and joy for ever shine.
The Nightingale
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hour
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,
And bids the solitary star
Shine in pale beauty from afar;
The Mood O The Earth
© Madison Julius Cawein
My heart is high, is high, my dear,
And the warm wind sunnily blows;
My heart is high with a mood that's cheer,
And burns like a sun-blown rose.
To The Right Hon. Mr. Dodington
© Edward Young
Balbutius, muffled in his sable cloak,
Like an old Druid from his hollow oak,
As ravens solemn, and as boding, cries,
"Ten thousand worlds for the three unities!"
Ye doctors sage, who through Parnassus teach,
Or quit the tub, or practise what you preach.
Too Late
© Richard Harris Barham
Too late! though flowerets round me blow,
And clearing skies shine bright and fair;
Their genial warmth avails not now -
Thou art not here the beam to share.
Freedom And Peace
© George Dyer
When long thick Tempests waste the Plain
And Lightnings cleave an angry Sky,
Sorrow invades each anxious Swain
And trembling Nymphs to shelter fly!
But let the Sun illume the skies,
They hail his beam with grateful eyes.
Natures Nature
© Paramahansa Yogananda
Not hear, not here,
Apollo would his burning chariot steer;
Nor Diana dare to peep
Into the sacred silence deep.
To Charles Lloyd
© Charles Lamb
A stranger, and alone, I past those scenes
We past so late together; and my heart
The Meeting
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SHE flitted by me on the stair--
A moment since I knew not of her.
Eastern Sunset
© Frances Anne Kemble
'Tis only the nightingale's warbled strain,
That floats through the evening sky:
Too Big A Price
© Edgar Albert Guest
"They say my boy is bad," she said to me,
A tired old woman, thin and very frail.
The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.20th February 1437
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I Catherine am a Douglas born,
A name to all Scots dear;
In The Desert
© Ernest Favenc
A cloudless sky oerhead, and all around
The level country stretching like a sea
A dull grey sea, that had no seeming bound,
The very semblance of eternity.
