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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.
I feel in every smile a chain.
I feel in every smile a chain.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
For smiles from reason flow
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
