Smile poems
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Midsummer In The South
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LOVE Queen August's stately sway,
And all her fragrant south winds say,
With vague, mysterious meanings fraught,
Of unimaginable thought;
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XXI. -- King Olaf's Deat
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All day has the battle raged,
All day have the ships engaged,
But not yet is assuaged
The vengeance of Eric the Earl.
Charity
© Victor Marie Hugo
"Lo! I am Charity," she cries,
"Who waketh up before the day;
While yet asleep all nature lies,
God bids me rise and go my way."
The Cageing Of Ares
© George Meredith
[Iliad, v. V. 385--Dedicated to the Council at The Hague.]
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed
The Old-Timer
© Arthur Chapman
He showed up in the springtime, when the geese began to honk;
He signed up with the outfit, and we fattened up his bronk;
His chaps were old and tattered, but he never seemed to mind,
Cause for worryin and frettin he had never been designed;
Hes the type of cattle-puncher that has vanished now, of course,
With his hundred-dollar saddle on his twenty-dollar horse.
A Rose Will Fade
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
You were always a dreamer, Rose - red Rose,
As you swung on your perfumed spray,
Swinging, and all the world was true,
Swaying, what did it trouble you?
A rose will fade in a day.
Lettice
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
I said to Lettice, our sister Lettice,
While drooped and glistened her eyelash brown,
"Your man's a poor man, a cold and dour man,
There's many a better about our town."
A Snow-White Lily
© Alfred Austin
There was a snow-white lily
Grew by a cottage door:
Such a white and wonderful lily
Never was seen before.
An Autumn Evening At Murray Bay
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Darkly falls the autumn twilight, rustles by the crisp leaf sere,
Sadly wail the lonely night-winds, sweeping sea-ward, chill and drear,
Sullen dash the restless waters gainst a bleak and rock-bound shore,
While the sea-birds weird voices mingle with their surging roar.
The Lumbermen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WILDLY round our woodland quarters
Sad-voiced Autumn grieves;
Thickly down these swelling waters
Float his fallen leaves.
Nevermore
© Paul Verlaine
Remembrance, what wilt thou with me? The year
Declined; in the still air the thrush piped clear,
The languid sunshine did incurious peer
Among the thinned leaves of the forest sere.
Autumn Maples
© Archibald Lampman
The thoughts of all the maples who shall name,
When the sad landscape turns to cold and grey?
A Ballad Of Marjorie
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"What ails you that you look so pale,
O fisher of the sea?"
The Woodmans Daughter
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
In Gerald's Cottage by the hill,
Old Gerald and his child,
Written On The Day Of My Aunt's Funeral
© Charles Lamb
Thou too art dead, ---! very kind
Hast thou been to me in my childish days,
Dead Love
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Oh never weep for love thats dead
Since love is seldom true
But changes his fashion from blue to red,
From brightest red to blue,
And love was born to an early death
And is so seldom true.
The Voice Calling
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IN the hush of April weather,
With the bees in budding heather,
And the white clouds floating, floating, and the sunshine falling broad;
While my children down the hill
Run and leap, and I sit still,--
Through the silence, through the silence art Thou calling, O my God?
Nineteenth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
When Persecution's torrent blaze
Wraps the unshrinking Martyr's head;
When fade all earthly flowers and bays,
When summer friends are gone and fled,
Is he alone in that dark hour
Who owns the Lord of love and power?
