'Tis easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows along like a song;
But the man worth while is the one who will smile
When everything does dead wrong;
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with the years,
But the smile that is worth the praise of earth
Is the smile that comes through tears.
. . . .
But the virtue that conquers passion,
And the sorrow that hides in a smile--
It is these that are worth the homage of earth,
For we find them but once in a while.
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I feel in every smile a chain.
I feel in every smile a chain.
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.
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.
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
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Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
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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.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
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.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
