Smile poems
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Nature's Hymn to the Deity
© John Clare
All nature owns with one accord
The great and universal Lord:
Sonnet 32: Morpheus The Lively Son
© Sir Philip Sidney
Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep,
Witness of life to them that living die,
A prophet oft, and oft an history,
A poet eke, as humors fly or creep,
The Sleep of Sigismund
© Jean Ingelow
The doom'd king pacing all night through the windy fallow.
'Let me alone, mine enemy, let me alone,'
Never a Christian bell that dire thick gloom to hallow,
Or guide him, shelterless, succourless, thrust from his own.
Song II. The Landscape
© William Shenstone
How pleased within my native bowers
Erewhile I pass'd the day!
Was ever scene so deck'd with flowers?
Were ever flowers so gay?
The Two Children Pt 1
© Emily Jane Brontë
Heavy hangs the rain-drop
From the burdened spray;
Heavy broods the damp mist
On uplands far away.
The Song
© Charles Mair
Here me, ye smokeless skies and grass-green earth,
Since by your sufferance still I breathe and live!
The Comparison, the Choice, and the Enjoyment.
© Mather Byles
I.
Who on the Earth, or in the Skies,
Thy Beauties can declare?
Jesus, dear Object of my Eyes,
My Everlasting Fair.
The Orphan
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Alone, alone! - no other face
Wears kindred smile, kindred line;
Down By the Carib Sea
© James Weldon Johnson
Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone,
Here I wait with the trembling stars
To see thee once more take thy throne.
At Her Door
© Roderic Quinn
OPEN! Open! Open!
I am here at your door outside;
The sea's blue tide flows speedily,
And ebbs a thin red tide."
Resigned
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
My babe was moaning in its sleep,
I leaned and kissed it where it lay,
My pain was such I could not weep,
Oh, would God take my child away?
He had so many round his throne-
If He took mine-I stood alone!
Devotion. -- A Vision
© Gerald Griffin
Methought I roved on shining walks,
'Mid odorous groves and wreathed bowers.
The Teacher
© Leon Gellert
A Cross is slanting tween two withered trees -
I saw him first in peace, amid a crowd
The Sensitive Plant
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
PART 1.
A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light.
And closed them beneath the kisses of Night.
Mary in Bethlehem: A Nativity
© Arthur Symons
JOSEPH
The night is blue, with stars of gold;
The middle watch of night is past;
See now, it will be morning soon!
Yet there is time enough for sleep.
[He shuts the door, and stands near the manger. ]
Sonnet XIV. Addressed To The Same (Haydon)
© John Keats
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
The House Of Falling Leaves
© William Stanley Braithwaite
If change and fate and hapless circumstance
May baffle and perplex the moaning sea,
And day and night in alternate advance
Still hold the primal Reasoning in fee,
Cannot my Grief be strong enough to chance
My voice across the tide I cannot see?
