'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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Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
My tables--meet it is I set it down
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
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My tables--meet it is I set it down
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.
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.
I feel in every smile a chain.
I feel in every smile a chain.
And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and read more
And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and sink, and rise.
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.
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.
We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.
We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
