The smile of her I love is like the dawn
Whose touch makes Menmon sing:
O see read more

The smile of her I love is like the dawn
Whose touch makes Menmon sing:
O see where wide the golden sunlight flows--
The barren desert blossoms as the rose!

From thy own smile I snatched the snake.

From thy own smile I snatched the snake.

Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.

Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.

The thing that goest farthest towards making life worth while,
That costs the least, and does the most, is read more

The thing that goest farthest towards making life worth while,
That costs the least, and does the most, is just a pleasant
smile.
. . . .
It's full of worth and goodness too, with manly kindness blent,
It's worth a million dollars and it doesn't cost a cent.

Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for read more

Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for not being such a smile;
The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.

In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.

In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.

What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your read more

What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.

You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears
Were like, a better way: those read more

You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears
Were like, a better way: those happy smilets
That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropped.

The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps--does
anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is read more

The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps--does
anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a
young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a
vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the
dream of a dew-washed morning.