Smile poems
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The Angels of Buena Vista
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away,
O'er the camp of the invaders, o'er the Mexican array,
Who is losing? who is winning? are they far or come they near?
Look abroad, and tell us, sister, whither rolls the storm we hear.
The Earth-Spirit
© William Ellery Channing
Then spoke the Spirit of the Earth,
Her gentle voice like a soft water's song--
An Unfortunate Likeness
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I'VE painted SHAKESPEARE all my life -
"An infant" (even then at "play"!)
"A boy," with stage-ambition rife,
Then "Married to ANN HATHAWAY."
Earth And Man
© George Meredith
On her great venture, Man,
Earth gazes while her fingers dint the breast
Which is his well of strength, his home of rest,
And fair to scan.
Weariness
© Arthur Symons
I
There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade
Into the grey of a twilight that covers my soul with its sky;
Scarcely I know that this shade is the world, or this burden is I;
And life, and art, and love, and death, are the shades of a shade.
Don Juan: Canto The Ninth
© George Gordon Byron
Oh, Wellington! (or 'Villainton'--for Fame
Sounds the heroic syllables both ways;
To Longfellow (On Hearing He Was Ill.)
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But past the poet crowned I see the friend--
Frank, courteous, true--about whose locks of gray,
Like golden bees, some glints of summer stray;
Clear-eyed, with lips half poised 'twixt smile and sigh;
A brow in whose soul-mirroring manhood blend
Grace, sweetness, power and magnanimity!
The Sydney International Exhibition
© Henry Kendall
Now, while Orion, flaming south, doth set
A shining foot on hills of wind and wet
The Dilemma
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Now, by the blessed Paphian queen,
Who heaves the breast of sweet sixteen;
The Summons
© Katharine Tynan
Straight to his death he went,
A smile on his lips,
All his life's joy unspent,
Into eclipse.
A Voice from Afar
© John Henry Newman
Weep not for me;
Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with gloom
The stream of love that circles home,
Light hearts and free!
Joy in the gifts Heavens bounty lends;
Nor miss my face, dear friends!
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 1
© Publius Vergilius Maro
ARMS, and the man I sing, who, forcd by fate,
And haughty Junos unrelenting hate,
..But a short time to live"
© Leslie Coulson
Our little hour,how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
Watching
© Henry Kendall
Like a beautiful face looking ever at me
A pure bright moon cometh over the sea;
The Mourner
© George Crabbe
He had his wish, had more; I will not paint
The lovers' meeting: she beheld him faint, -
With tender fears, she took a nearer view,
Her terrors doubling as her hopes withdrew;
He tried to smile, and, half succeeding, said,
"Yes! I must die," and hope for ever fled.
France
© Percy MacKaye
Half artist and half anchorite,
Part siren and part Socrates,
Her face -- alluring fair, yet recondite --
Smiled through her salons and academies.
A Contrast
© James Russell Lowell
Thy love thou sendest oft to me,
And still as oft I thrust it back;
Thy messengers I could not see
In those who everything did lack,
The poor, the outcast and the black.
