SMIRK POEMS
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Lost In The Beauty!!
It was the incantation of your eyes,
Which laid me up in the vast skies ...
I lost myself in the heaven of your soul,
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Nikita Mundada
It was the incantation of your eyes,
Which laid me up in the vast skies ...
I lost myself in the heaven of your soul,
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Nikita Mundada
Emily, John, James, And I
EMILY JANE was a nursery maid,
JAMES was a bold Life Guard,
JOHN was a constable, poorly paid
(And I am a doggerel bard).
.....
William Schwenck Gilbert
EMILY JANE was a nursery maid,
JAMES was a bold Life Guard,
JOHN was a constable, poorly paid
(And I am a doggerel bard).
.....
William Schwenck Gilbert
Aims At Happiness
HOW oft has sounded whip and wheel,
How oft is buckled spur to heel,
How many a steed in short relay
Stands harnessed on the king's highway,
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Jane Taylor
HOW oft has sounded whip and wheel,
How oft is buckled spur to heel,
How many a steed in short relay
Stands harnessed on the king's highway,
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Jane Taylor
The Church-builder
The church flings forth a battled shade
Over the moon-blanched sward:
The church; my gift; whereto I paid
My all in hand and hoard;
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Thomas Hardy
The church flings forth a battled shade
Over the moon-blanched sward:
The church; my gift; whereto I paid
My all in hand and hoard;
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Thomas Hardy
The Revelation
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut;
Chained all day to the same old desk, down in the same old rut;
Posting the same old greasy books, catching the same old train:
Oh, how will I manage to stick it all, if I ever get back again?
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Robert Service
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut;
Chained all day to the same old desk, down in the same old rut;
Posting the same old greasy books, catching the same old train:
Oh, how will I manage to stick it all, if I ever get back again?
.....
Robert Service
Cocoon For A Skeleton
Clothes: to compose
The furtive, lone
Pillar of bone
To some repose.
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Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Clothes: to compose
The furtive, lone
Pillar of bone
To some repose.
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Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Filippo Baldinucci On The Privilege Of Burial
A Reminiscence of A.D. 1676
"No, boy, we must not", so began
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Robert Browning
A Reminiscence of A.D. 1676
"No, boy, we must not", so began
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Robert Browning
Pippa Passes: Part Ii: Noon
Scene. Over Orcana. The house of Jules, who crosses its threshold with Phene: she is silent, on which Jules begins
Do not die, Phene! I am yours now, you
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Robert Browning
Scene. Over Orcana. The house of Jules, who crosses its threshold with Phene: she is silent, on which Jules begins
Do not die, Phene! I am yours now, you
.....
Robert Browning
The Lodger
I cannot quite recall
When first he came,
So reticent and tall,
With his eyes of flame.
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Bliss Carman (william)
I cannot quite recall
When first he came,
So reticent and tall,
With his eyes of flame.
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Bliss Carman (william)
The Grocery
“Hullo, Alice!”
“Hullo, Leon!”
“Say, Alice, gi' me a couple
O' them two for five cigars,
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Amy Lowell
“Hullo, Alice!”
“Hullo, Leon!”
“Say, Alice, gi' me a couple
O' them two for five cigars,
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Amy Lowell
To Certain Poets
Now is the rhymer's honest trade
A thing for scornful laughter made.
The merchant's sneer, the clerk's disdain,
.....
Joyce Kilmer
Now is the rhymer's honest trade
A thing for scornful laughter made.
The merchant's sneer, the clerk's disdain,
.....
Joyce Kilmer
Hem And Haw
Hem and Haw were the sons of sin,
Created to shally and shirk;
Hem lay 'round and Haw looked on
While God did all the work.
.....
Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
Hem and Haw were the sons of sin,
Created to shally and shirk;
Hem lay 'round and Haw looked on
While God did all the work.
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Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
Arise, American!
The soul of a nation awaking,-
High visions of daybreak I saw,
And the stir of a state, the forsaking
Of sin, and the worship of law.
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George Parsons Lathrop
The soul of a nation awaking,-
High visions of daybreak I saw,
And the stir of a state, the forsaking
Of sin, and the worship of law.
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George Parsons Lathrop
Arise, American! (ii)
The soul of a nation awaking,-
High visions of daybreak,-I saw;
A people renewed; the forsaking
Of sin, and the worship of law.
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George Parsons Lathrop
The soul of a nation awaking,-
High visions of daybreak,-I saw;
A people renewed; the forsaking
Of sin, and the worship of law.
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George Parsons Lathrop
Brothers O' Mine
Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine,
All the world over, from pole to pole
All of them brothers of mine and thine
Every wondering, blundering soul.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine,
All the world over, from pole to pole
All of them brothers of mine and thine
Every wondering, blundering soul.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
The Artist As An Old Man
If you ask him he will talk for hours--
how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers
raw with cold, and later painted bowers
in ladies' boudoirs; how he played checkers
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Erica Jong
If you ask him he will talk for hours--
how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers
raw with cold, and later painted bowers
in ladies' boudoirs; how he played checkers
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Erica Jong
Keeping His First Wife Now
ITâ??S OH! for a rivet in marriage bonds,
And a splice in the knot untiedâ??
The sanctity of the marriage tie
Is growing more sanctified!
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Henry Lawson
ITâ??S OH! for a rivet in marriage bonds,
And a splice in the knot untiedâ??
The sanctity of the marriage tie
Is growing more sanctified!
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Henry Lawson
The Revelation
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut;
Chained all day to the same old desk, down in the same old rut;
Posting the same old greasy books, catching the same old train:
Oh, how will I manage to stick it all, if I ever get back again?
.....
Robert William Service
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut;
Chained all day to the same old desk, down in the same old rut;
Posting the same old greasy books, catching the same old train:
Oh, how will I manage to stick it all, if I ever get back again?
.....
Robert William Service
In Town
OUT of work and out of moneyâ??out of friends that means, you betâ??
Out of firewood, togs and tucker, out of everything but debtâ??
And I loathe the barren pavements, and the crowds a fellow meets,
And the maddening repetition of the suffocating streets.
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Edward George Dyson
OUT of work and out of moneyâ??out of friends that means, you betâ??
Out of firewood, togs and tucker, out of everything but debtâ??
And I loathe the barren pavements, and the crowds a fellow meets,
And the maddening repetition of the suffocating streets.
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Edward George Dyson
Queen Hilda Of Virland
PART I
Queen Hilda rode along the lines,
And she was young and fair;
And forward on her shoulders fell
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Henry Lawson
PART I
Queen Hilda rode along the lines,
And she was young and fair;
And forward on her shoulders fell
.....
Henry Lawson
Essay On Psychiatrists
I. Invocation
Itâ??s crazy to think one could describe themâ??
Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and earsâ??
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Robert Pinsky
I. Invocation
Itâ??s crazy to think one could describe themâ??
Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and earsâ??
.....
Robert Pinsky
Chaplinesque
We will make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.
.....
Harold Hart Crane
We will make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.
.....
Harold Hart Crane
Ballade Of Old Plays
LA COUR.
When these Old Plays were new, the King,
Beside the Cardinal's chair,
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Andrew Lang
LA COUR.
When these Old Plays were new, the King,
Beside the Cardinal's chair,
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Andrew Lang
The Mystic
An 'Ode to the Moon' did he indite
With his two-and-half soul-power.
('Twas the child of a starlit summer night,
Begot by a gloomy hour.)
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
An 'Ode to the Moon' did he indite
With his two-and-half soul-power.
('Twas the child of a starlit summer night,
Begot by a gloomy hour.)
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Spleen (iii)
Je suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux,
Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant très vieux,
Qui, de ses précepteurs méprisant les courbettes,
S'ennuie avec ses chiens comme avec d'autres bêtes.
.....
Charles Baudelaire
Je suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux,
Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant très vieux,
Qui, de ses précepteurs méprisant les courbettes,
S'ennuie avec ses chiens comme avec d'autres bêtes.
.....
Charles Baudelaire
The Waggoner - Canto Second
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,
Had, with its belfry's humble stock,
A little pair that hang in air,
.....
William Wordsworth
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,
Had, with its belfry's humble stock,
A little pair that hang in air,
.....
William Wordsworth
A Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton
Till I shall come again, let this suffice,
I send my salt, my sacrifice
To thee, thy lady, younglings, and as far
As to thy Genius and thy Lar;
.....
Robert Herrick
Till I shall come again, let this suffice,
I send my salt, my sacrifice
To thee, thy lady, younglings, and as far
As to thy Genius and thy Lar;
.....
Robert Herrick
The Beggar's Soliloquy
I
Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer,
To lie all alone on a ragged heath,
.....
George Meredith
I
Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer,
To lie all alone on a ragged heath,
.....
George Meredith
Harry (engaged To Be Married) To Charley (who Is Not)
To all my fond rhapsodies, Charley,
You have wearily listened, I fear;
As yet not an answer youâ??ve given
Save a shrug, or an ill-concealed sneer;
.....
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
To all my fond rhapsodies, Charley,
You have wearily listened, I fear;
As yet not an answer youâ??ve given
Save a shrug, or an ill-concealed sneer;
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Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The Goose
I knew an old wife lean and poor,
Her rags scarce held together;
There strode a stranger to the door,
And it was windy weather.
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
I knew an old wife lean and poor,
Her rags scarce held together;
There strode a stranger to the door,
And it was windy weather.
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Town
Out of work and out of money,out of friends that means, you bet,
Out of firewood, togs and tucker, out of everything but debt,
And I loathe the barren pavements, and the crowds a fellow meets,
And the maddening repetition of the suffocating streets.
.....
Edward Dyson
Out of work and out of money,out of friends that means, you bet,
Out of firewood, togs and tucker, out of everything but debt,
And I loathe the barren pavements, and the crowds a fellow meets,
And the maddening repetition of the suffocating streets.
.....
Edward Dyson
Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton
Till I shall come again, let this suffice,
I send my salt, my sacrifice
To thee, thy lady, younglings, and as far
As to thy Genius and thy Lar;
.....
Robert Herrick
Till I shall come again, let this suffice,
I send my salt, my sacrifice
To thee, thy lady, younglings, and as far
As to thy Genius and thy Lar;
.....
Robert Herrick
The Waggoner - Canto Second
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,
Had, with its belfry's humble stock,
A little pair that hang in air,
.....
William Wordsworth
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,
Had, with its belfry's humble stock,
A little pair that hang in air,
.....
William Wordsworth
In Sepulcretis
'Vidistis ipso rapere de rogo coenam.'
- Catullus, LIX. 3.
'To publish even one line of an author which he himself has not intended for the public at large, especially letters which are addressed to private persons, is to commit a despicable act of felony.'
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
'Vidistis ipso rapere de rogo coenam.'
- Catullus, LIX. 3.
'To publish even one line of an author which he himself has not intended for the public at large, especially letters which are addressed to private persons, is to commit a despicable act of felony.'
.....
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Hem And Haw.
Hem and Haw were the sons of sin,
Created to shally and shirk;
Hem lay 'round and Haw looked on
While God did all the work.
.....
Bliss Carman (william)
Hem and Haw were the sons of sin,
Created to shally and shirk;
Hem lay 'round and Haw looked on
While God did all the work.
.....
Bliss Carman (william)
Domestic Relations
There was a young man of Dunbar,
Who playfully poisoned his Ma;
When he'd finished his work,
He remarked with a smirk,
.....
Unknown
There was a young man of Dunbar,
Who playfully poisoned his Ma;
When he'd finished his work,
He remarked with a smirk,
.....
Unknown
How He Would Drink His Wine
Fill me my wine in crystal; thus, and thus
I see't in's puris naturalibus:
Unmix'd. I love to have it smirk and shine;
'Tis sin I know, 'tis sin to throttle wine.
.....
Robert Herrick
Fill me my wine in crystal; thus, and thus
I see't in's puris naturalibus:
Unmix'd. I love to have it smirk and shine;
'Tis sin I know, 'tis sin to throttle wine.
.....
Robert Herrick
Sunrise
I want a sunrise in my pocket,
so I can wake up early
before it’s bright,
and when you sit
.....
I want a sunrise in my pocket,
so I can wake up early
before it’s bright,
and when you sit
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Chamberlain's Aura
goodbyes are always buried in her smirk and an unsayable i hope to see you again / but chamberlain isn't the coward who says oh not today my pigeon / and she, isn't the millipede that rolls over a tender smooch. she opens her eyes tomorrow, and while she's still blinded he sobs / let me see what you see, shreya / aroma, fear, and your heartbeat / when she lits the fire off her eyes she remembers what he's gonna say / you're sharper than your tongue. i'll keep a sword by my side, but you'll be my scabbard, and i'll always be here. when you can't find me, shreya, remember to look inside you.
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Authur Michael Tupu
goodbyes are always buried in her smirk and an unsayable i hope to see you again / but chamberlain isn't the coward who says oh not today my pigeon / and she, isn't the millipede that rolls over a tender smooch. she opens her eyes tomorrow, and while she's still blinded he sobs / let me see what you see, shreya / aroma, fear, and your heartbeat / when she lits the fire off her eyes she remembers what he's gonna say / you're sharper than your tongue. i'll keep a sword by my side, but you'll be my scabbard, and i'll always be here. when you can't find me, shreya, remember to look inside you.
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Authur Michael Tupu
The Stoic
I smirk, face of grin like a Cheshire cat
I got me a fool's Paradise, to stem my hope
Agony bade me hails, and I as ail as an Eccedentesiast
Culpable of pain and grief, let me not sigh to the Globe
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Aramide Opeolu
I smirk, face of grin like a Cheshire cat
I got me a fool's Paradise, to stem my hope
Agony bade me hails, and I as ail as an Eccedentesiast
Culpable of pain and grief, let me not sigh to the Globe
.....
Aramide Opeolu
God In You
How do I explain deeds incomprehensible
For which my heart feels responsible?
Please, my lord, sooth this heart
My soul and body further apart
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Suhayle Hoosen
How do I explain deeds incomprehensible
For which my heart feels responsible?
Please, my lord, sooth this heart
My soul and body further apart
.....
Suhayle Hoosen
A Nuptial Song Or Epithalamy On Sir Clipseby Crew And His Lady.
What's that we see from far? the spring of day
Bloom'd from the east, or fair enjewell'd May
Blown out of April, or some new
Star filled with glory to our view,
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Robert Herrick
What's that we see from far? the spring of day
Bloom'd from the east, or fair enjewell'd May
Blown out of April, or some new
Star filled with glory to our view,
.....
Robert Herrick
Emily, John, James, And I. A Derby Legend
Emily Jane was a nursery maid,
James was a bold Life Guard,
John was a constable, poorly paid
(And I am a doggerel bard).
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William Schwenck Gilbert
Emily Jane was a nursery maid,
James was a bold Life Guard,
John was a constable, poorly paid
(And I am a doggerel bard).
.....
William Schwenck Gilbert
Neither!
So ancient to myself I seem,
I might have crossed grave Styx's stream
A year ago; -
My word, 'tis so; -
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Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
So ancient to myself I seem,
I might have crossed grave Styx's stream
A year ago; -
My word, 'tis so; -
.....
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
Braggadocio
Chess playing Death
- no, the reverse
Death sitting decked out and self-satisfied
in black no mandatory top hat but a shroud
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Paul Cameron Brown
Chess playing Death
- no, the reverse
Death sitting decked out and self-satisfied
in black no mandatory top hat but a shroud
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Paul Cameron Brown
A Corrected Report Of Some Late Speeches
"Then I heard one saint speaking, and another saint said unto that saint,"
St. Sinclair rose and declared in smooth,
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Thomas Moore
"Then I heard one saint speaking, and another saint said unto that saint,"
St. Sinclair rose and declared in smooth,
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Thomas Moore
To Certain Poets
Now is the rhymer's honest trade
A thing for scornful laughter made.
The merchant's sneer, the clerk's disdain,
.....
Alfred Joyce Kilmer (joyce)
Now is the rhymer's honest trade
A thing for scornful laughter made.
The merchant's sneer, the clerk's disdain,
.....
Alfred Joyce Kilmer (joyce)
A Contented Man
A young man goes skipping and bounding along a street in the capital. His movements are gay and alert; there is a sparkle in his eyes, a smirk on his lips, a pleasing flush on his beaming face.... He is all contentment and delight.
What has happened to him? Has he come in for a legacy? Has he been promoted? Is he hastening to meet his beloved? Or is it simply he has had a good breakfast, and the sense of health, the sense of well-fed prosperity, is at work in all his limbs? Surely they have not put on his neck thy lovely, eight-pointed cross, O Polish king, Stanislas?
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Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev
A young man goes skipping and bounding along a street in the capital. His movements are gay and alert; there is a sparkle in his eyes, a smirk on his lips, a pleasing flush on his beaming face.... He is all contentment and delight.
What has happened to him? Has he come in for a legacy? Has he been promoted? Is he hastening to meet his beloved? Or is it simply he has had a good breakfast, and the sense of health, the sense of well-fed prosperity, is at work in all his limbs? Surely they have not put on his neck thy lovely, eight-pointed cross, O Polish king, Stanislas?
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Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev
Sabbat
Picturesque Tituba, steeped in Obeah,
in a hairball swoon
leads a harangue about witches with
some of Salem's more delicate
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Paul Cameron Brown
Picturesque Tituba, steeped in Obeah,
in a hairball swoon
leads a harangue about witches with
some of Salem's more delicate
.....
Paul Cameron Brown