Smile poems

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© Gilman Charlotte Anna Perkins

There was once a little animal, No bigger than a fox,And on five toes he scampered Over Tertiary rocks

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Trivia; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London

© John Gay

Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful laysThe proper implements for wintry ways;Has taught the walker, with judicious eyes,To read the various warnings of the skies

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To Sir Toby,

© Philip Morin Freneau

." The motions of his spirit are black as night, ." And his affections dark as Erebus.." SHAKESPEARE.

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Epithalamion

© Flecker James Elroy

Smile then, children, hand in handBright and white as the summer snow,Or that young King of the Grecian land,Who smiled on Thetis, long ago, --So long ago when, heart aflame,The grave and gentle Peleus cameTo the shore where the halcyon fliesTo wed the maiden of his devotion,The dancing lady with sky-blue eyes,Thetis, the darling of Paradise,The daughter of old Ocean

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Magwere, Who Waits Wondering

© Fairbridge Kingsley

INear the edge of the big swamp where cane rats live,Grew Magwere the mealie.

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Ben Bolt

© English Thomas Dunn

Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt -- Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown,Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown?In the old church-yard in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone,They have fitted a slab of the granite so grey, And Alice lies under the stone

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"O May I Join the Choir Invisible"

© George Eliot

Longum illud tempus, quum non ero, magis me movet, quam hoc exigium.

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The Young Captive

© Toru Dutt

The budding shoot ripens unharmed by the scythe,Without fear of the press, on vine branches lithe, Through spring-tide the green clusters bloom

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Moses

© Toru Dutt

Upon the crests of tents the day-god threwHis rays oblique; blazed, dazzling to the view,The tracts of gold that on the air he leavesWhen in the sands he sets on cloudless eves,Purple and yellow clothed the desert plain

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An Evening Contemplation in a College

© Duncombe John

The Curfew tolls the hour of closing gates,With jarring sound the porter turns the key,Then in his dreary mansion slumb'ring waits,And slowly, sternly quits it -- tho' for me.

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Ode to the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His Ballad of Agincourt

© Michael Drayton

Fair stood the wind for France,When we our sails advance;Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry;But putting to the main,At Caux, the mouth of Seine,With all his martial train Landed King Harry.

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Sideshow

© Mark Doty

The goat without ears coughssoftly

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To Sir Henry Wotton [Here's no more news, than virtue: I may as well...]

© John Donne

Here's no more news, than virtue: I may as wellTell you Calais, or Saint Michael's tales, as tellThat vice doth here habitually dwell.

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To My Spinning-Wheel

© Dixon Charlotte Eliza

I love thee well my little wheel,And why I love thee I can tell:When tir'd of folly, shew and noise,Of feeling griefs, and feigning joys,Of visiting, and company,And all that's called society,I sought in solitude and peace,To sooth a mind too ill at ease,Thou kindly then thy aid didst lend,I found in thee almost a friend

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Art Thou Poor

© Thomas Dekker

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content!Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? O punishment!Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexedTo add to golden numbers, golden numbers?O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!

Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring? O sweet content!Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears? O punishment!Then he that patiently want's burden bearsNo burden bears, but is a king, a king:O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,Smiles awake you when you rise

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Delia VI

© Samuel Daniel

Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair:Her brow shades frowns although her eyes are sunny,Her smiles are lightning though her pride despair,And her disdains are gall, her favours honey;A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honour,Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love,The wonder of all eyes that look upon her:Sacred on earth, design'd a saint above

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VillainElle

© Crosbie Lynn

for Aileen Wuornos

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Superfly

© Crosbie Lynn

Make your mind what you want it to be.