Smile poems
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In Front Of The Landscape
© Thomas Hardy
Plunging and labouring on in a tide of visions,
Dolorous and dear,
As When From Dreams Awaking.
© Caroline Norton
Like the stars, some power divides them
From a world of want and pain;
They are there, but daylight hides them,
And we look for them in vain.
For a while we dwell with sadness,
On the beauty of that dream,
Gertrude, Or Fidelity Till Death
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
HER hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes rais'd,
The breeze threw back her hair;
Up to the fearful wheel she gaz'd
All that she lov'd was there.
The Keepsake
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The tedded hay, the first-fruits of the soil,
The tedded hay and corn-sheaves in one field,
Show summer gone, ere come. The foxglove tall
Sheds its loose purple bells, or in the gust,
Mary Garvin
© John Greenleaf Whittier
But human hearts remain unchanged: the sorrow
and the sin,
The loves and hopes and fears of old, are to our
own akin;
Survival Of The Fittest
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
"NAUGHT but the fittest lives," I hear
Ring on the northern breeze of thought:
"To Nature's heart the strong are dear,
The weak must pass unloved, unsought."
A Cottage In A Chine
© Jean Ingelow
We reached the place by night,
And heard the waves breaking:
They came to meet us with candles alight
To show the path we were taking.
A myrtle, trained on the gate, was white
With tufted flowers down shaking.
Valentia
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Where Europe's varied shore is bent
Out to the utmost Occident,
There rose of old from sea to air,
An island wonderful and fair!
In A Monastery Garden
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
OVER the long salt ridges
And the gold sea-poppies between,
Memory
© Oliver Goldsmith
O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain:
A Day At Tivoli - Prologue
© John Kenyon
Yet, if All die, there are who die not All;
(So Flaccus hoped), and half escape the pall.
The Sacred Few! whom love of glory binds,
"That last infirmity of noble minds,
"To scorn delights, and live laborious days,"
A Tale
© Robert Browning
What a pretty tale you told me
Once upon a time
--Said you found it somewhere (scold me!)
Was it prose or was it rhyme,
Greek or Latin? Greek, you said,
While your shoulder propped my head.
The Farewell
© Khalil Gibran
So saying he made a signal to the seamen, and straightaway they weighed anchor and cast the ship loose from its moorings, and they moved eastward.
And a cry came from the people as from a single heart, and it rose the dusk and was carried out over the sea like a great trumpeting.
Only Almitra was silent, gazing after the ship until it had vanished into the mist.
And when all the people were dispersed she still stood alone upon the sea-wall, remembering in her heart his saying,
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me."
A new Idol
© Robert Laurence Binyon
But there is one more to be feared, who can
Escape the prison of his own wrath; whose will
Lives beyond life; who smiles with quiet lips;
Most terrible because most tender, Man,--
Not only uncowed but irresistible
When the cause fires him to the finger--tips.
Fog
© Emma Lazarus
Light silken curtain, colorless and soft,
Dreamlike before me floating! what abides
Behind thy pearly veil's
Opaque, mysterious woof?
The Dream
© George Gordon Byron
IX.
MY dream was past; it had no further change.
It was of a strange order, that the doom
Of these two creatures should be thus traced out
Almost like a reality - the one
To end in madness - both in misery.
Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The Second
© Francis Thompson
'Tis a vision:
Yet the greeneries Elysian
He has known in tracts afar;
Thus the enamouring fountains flow,
Those the very palms that grow,
By rare-gummed Sava, or Herbalimar. -
What Chris'mas Fetched The Wigginses
© James Whitcomb Riley
Wintertime, er Summertime,
Of late years I notice I'm,
