Smile poems
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The Little Left Hand - Act II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Lady Marian. Send
For others then. I see a girl at the street's end
Selling some mignonette. What do you say?
(Putting on a bow.) This bow,
Is it too bright for the rest?
Still The Mind Smiles
© Robinson Jeffers
Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions,
Knowing all the while that civilization and the other evils
Little Moozoo-May
© George Ade
The rose of June can feel no sorrow,
It never droops or says " Ah me! "
Programme
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
READER--gentle--if so be
Such still live, and live for me,
Will it please you to be told
What my tenscore pages hold?
A Photographic Failure
© Carolyn Wells
Mr. Hezekiah Hinkle
Saw a patient Periwinkle
With a kodak, sitting idly by a rill.
Feeling a desire awaken
For to have his picture taken,
Mr. Hezekiah Hinkle stood stock-still.
The Revolt Of Islam: Canto I-XII
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
There is no danger to a man, that knows
What life and death is: there's not any law
Exceeds his knowledge; neither is it lawful
That he should stoop to any other law.
-Chapman.
To John Keats
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
'Tis well you think me truly one of those,
Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things;
For surely as I feel the bird that sings
Behind the leaves, or dawn as it up grows,
June On The Merrimac
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O dwellers in the stately towns,
What come ye out to see?
This common earth, this common sky,
This water flowing free?
An Incident In A Railroad Car
© James Russell Lowell
He spoke of Burns: men rude and rough
Pressed round to hear the praise of one
Whose heart was made of manly, simple stuff,
As homespun as their own.
Carmen
© Madison Julius Cawein
Some still night in Seville; the street,
_Candilejo_; two shadows meet--
Flash sabres; crossed within the moon,--
Clash rapidly--a dead dragoon.
The Origin of Cupid -- A Fable
© Mary Darby Robinson
MARS first his best excuses made,
War his delight and ancient trade;
Old NEPTUNE vow'd at such an age,
In state affairs he'd not engage:
BACCHUS preferr'd a draught of nectar
To any monarch's crown and sceptre.
Epilogue
© William Ernest Henley
These, to you now, O, more than ever now -
Now that the Ancient Enemy
Air Vif
© Paul Eluard
I looked in front of me
In the crowd I saw you
Among the wheat I saw you
Beneath a tree I saw you
Sonnet XII: The Lovers' Walk
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sweet twining hedgeflowers wind-stirred in no wise
On this June day; and hand that clings in hand:
The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Third Book
© Robert Southey
The Maiden, musing on the Warrior's words,
Turn'd from the Hall of Glory. Now they reach'd
Oft For Our Own
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
How many go forth in the morning
and never come home at night,
and hearts have broken
for harsh words spoken
That sorrow can never set right.
