Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Ripple of Joy
A smile is more than lips that bend,It’s kindness that will never end.It ripples out through space and time,A gentle act, a silent rhyme.It lifts the..
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Smiles in the Everyday
In morning rush or evening calm,A smile can soothe, a smile can charm.It travels through the daily grind,And leaves a trail of peace behind.It turns..
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The Silent Gift
No treasure shines as bright as this,A gentle smile, a simple bliss.It speaks of hope, of joy, of peace,And grants the soul a sweet release.It needs..
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Smile Through Life
Through busy streets and crowded ways,A smile can brighten all our days.It asks for nothing, yet gives so much,A simple curve, a healing touch.When..
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The Gift We Give
A smile is small but powerful,It turns the bitter into sweet.It heals, it comforts, makes life full,And makes each passing stranger greet.It travels..
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Smiles Connect the World
A smile can travel far and near,It speaks the language all can hear.No walls, no words, no time can bind,The magic of a heart so kind.It bridges..
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The Power of a Smile
A smile can light the darkest night,It turns our troubles into light.It lifts the heart, it warms the soul,It makes the broken spirit whole.It asks..
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Ode Viii: On Leaving Holland
I 1.Farewell to Leyden's lonely bound,The Belgian Muse's sober seat;Where dealing frugal gifts aroundTo all the favorites at her feet,She trains the..
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Ode Ix: To Curio
I.Thrice hath the spring beheld thy faded fameSince I exulting grasp'd the tuneful shell:Eager through endless years to sound thy name,Proud that my..
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Ode Vi: Hymn To Cheerfulness
How thick the shades of evening close!How pale the sky with weight of snows!Haste, light the tapers, urge the fire,And bid the joyless day..
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Ode Viii: If Rightly Tuneful Bards Decide
I.If rightly tuneful bards decide,If it be fix'd in love's decrees,That beauty ought not to be triedBut by its native power to please,Then tell me..
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The Pleasures Of Imagination: Book The Third
What wonder therefore, since the indearing tiesOf passion link the universal kindOf man so close, what wonder if to searchThis common nature through..
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Ode Xviii: To The Right Honourable Francis Earl Of Huntington
I. 1.The wise and great of every clime,Through all the spacious walks of Time,Where'er the Muse her power display'd,With joy have listen'd and..
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Ode Xi: To The Country Gentlemen Of England
I.Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?Where are those valiant tenants of her shore,Who from the warrior bow the strong dart sped,Or with firm..
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Ode Xiii: On Lyric Poetry
I. 1.Once more I join the Thespian choir,And taste the inspiring fount again:O parent of the Grecian lyre,Admit me to thy powerful strain—And lo..
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Ode Vii: On The Use Of Poetry
I.Not for themselves did human kindContrive the parts by heaven assign'dOn life's wide scene to play:Not Scipio's force, nor Cæsar's skillCan conquer..
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Ode Vi: To William Hall, Esquire: With The Works Of Chaulieu
I.Attend to Chaulieu's wanton lyre;While, fluent as the sky-lark singsWhen first the morn allures it's wings,The epicure his theme pursues:And tell..
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Taste
What, then, is taste but those internal powers,Active and strong, and feeling aliveTo each fine impulse? a discerning senseOf decent and sublime..
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Ode X: To Thomas Edwards, Esquire: On The Late Edition Of Mr. Pope's Work
I.Believe me, Edwards, to restrainThe licence of a railer's tongueIs what but seldom men obtainBy sense or wit, by prose or song:A task for more..
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The Pleasures Of Imagination: Book The Fourth
One effort more, one cheerful sally more,Our destin'd course will finish. and in peaceThen, for an offering sacred to the powersWho lent us gracious..
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The Pleasures Of Imagination: Book The First
With what attractive charms this goodly frameOf nature touches the consenting heartsOf mortal men; and what the pleasing storesWhich beauteous..
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Ode Xiv: To The Honourable Charles Townshend: From The Country
I.Say, Townshend, what can London boastTo pay thee for the pleasures lost,The health to-day resign'd,When spring from this her favorite seatBade..
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Ode Xiii: To The Author Of Memoirs Of The House Of Brandenburgh
I.The men renown'd as chiefs of human race,And born to lead in counsels or in arms,Have seldom turn'd their feet from glory's chaceTo dwell with..
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The Poet
—A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's son,Curs'd with dire..
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Ode Iv: Affected Indifference. To The Same
I.Yes: you contemn the perjur'd maidWho all your favorite hopes betray'd:Nor, though her heart should home return,Her tuneful tongue it's falsehood..
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