Smile poems
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Confession
© Charles Baudelaire
Une fois, une seule, aimable et douce femme,
À mon bras votre bras poli
S'appuya (sur le fond ténébreux de mon âme
Ce souvenir n'est point pâli);
Melody To A Scene Of Former Times
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Art thou indeed forever gone,
Forever, ever, lost to me?
Must this poor bosom beat alone,
Or beat at all, if not for thee?
The Witch's Daughter
© John Greenleaf Whittier
It was the pleasant harvest time,
When cellar-bins are closely stowed,
And garrets bend beneath their load,
Nux Postcoenatica
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I was sitting with my microscope, upon my parlor rug,
With a very heavy quarto and a very lively bug;
The true bug had been organized with only two antennae,
But the humbug in the copperplate would have them twice as many.
The Hwomestead A-Vell Into Hand
© William Barnes
The house where I wer born an' bred,
Did own his woaken door, John,
Agnes
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE KNIGHT
The tale I tell is gospel true,
As all the bookmen know,
And pilgrims who have strayed to view
The wrecks still left to show.
Anti-Thelyphthora. A Tale In Verse
© William Cowper
Airy del Castro was as bold a knight
As ever earned a lady's love in fight.
Paradiso (English)
© Dante Alighieri
The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.
The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Paradise Of Birds
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
It was the fairest and the sweetest scene--
The freshest, sunniest, smiling land that e'er
Held o'er the waves its arms of sheltering green
Unto the sea and storm-vexed mariner:--
The Spagnoletto. Act III
© Emma Lazarus
RIBERA (laying aside his brush).
So! I am weary. Luca, what 's o'clock?
Daphne
© George Meredith
Musing on the fate of Daphne,
Many feelings urged my breast,
For the God so keen desiring,
And the Nymph so deep distrest.
Song of Marion's Men
© William Cullen Bryant
Our band is few, but true and tried,
Our leader frank and bold;
The Vision
© Katharine Tynan
An average man was Private Flynn,
Good stuff for soldiering, no doubt;
Troublesome when the drink was in,
A quiet lad when it was out.
Satan Absolved
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.
The Shepherd's Calendar - June
© John Clare
Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
An Eastern God
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I saw an Eastern God to-day;
My comrades laughed; lest I betray
The Image
© Katharine Tynan
When a wild grace I see,
A turn o' the neck, a curl, sweet hands, clear eyes,
Gentleness, courtesy, dignity;
In all these gifts Thee I surmise, surprise.
The Resurrection
© Giacomo Leopardi
I thought I had forever lost,
Alas, though still so young,
The tender joys and sorrows all,
That unto youth belong;
