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Famous Short Joy Poems. Short Joy Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Joy short poems

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by Emily Dickinson

A Letter is a joy of Earth --

 A Letter is a joy of Earth --
It is denied the Gods --


by Robert Herrick

THE PRESENT TIME BEST PLEASETH

 Praise, they that will, times past: I joy to see
Myself now live; this age best pleaseth me!


by Robert Herrick

Eternity

 He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.


by Robert Burns

205. Song—Go on Sweet Bird and Soothe my Care

 FOR thee is laughing Nature gay,
For thee she pours the vernal day;
For me in vain is Nature drest,
While Joy’s a stranger to my breast.


by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

I ask of thee love nothing but relief

 I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief.
Thou canst not bring the old days back again; For I was happy then, Not knowing heavenly joy, not knowing grief.


by Emily Dickinson

We shun it ere it comes

 We shun it ere it comes,
Afraid of Joy,
Then sue it to delay
And lest it fly,
Beguile it more and more --
May not this be
Old Suitor Heaven,
Like our dismay at thee?


by Omar Khayyam

I never drank of joy's sweet cordial,

I never drank of joy's sweet cordial,
But grief's fell hand infused a drop of gall;
Nor dipped my bread in pleasure's piquant salt,
But briny sorrow made me smart withal!


by Omar Khayyam

Like tulips in the Spring your cups lift up,

Like tulips in the Spring your cups lift up,
And, with a tulip-cheeked companion, sup
With joy your wine, or e'er this azure wheel
With some unlooked-for blast upset your cup.


by Omar Khayyam

O wheel of heaven, you thwart my heart's desire,

O wheel of heaven, you thwart my heart's desire,
And rend to shreds my scanty joy's attire,
The water that I drink you foul with earth,
And turn the very air I breathe to fire!


by Omar Khayyam

Now of old joys naught but the name is left,

Now of old joys naught but the name is left,
Of all old friends but wine we are bereft,
And that wine new, but still cleave to the cup,
For save the cup, what single joy is left?


by Omar Khayyam

Drink, drink this wine which gives eternal life; drink,

Drink, drink this wine which gives eternal life; drink,
for it is the source of youthful joy; it burns like fire,
but, like life's essence, drives away your care. Then
drink!
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by Emily Dickinson

Satisfaction -- is the Agent

 Satisfaction -- is the Agent
Of Satiety --
Want -- a quiet Commissary
For Infinity.
To possess, is past the instant We achieve the Joy -- Immortality contented Were Anomaly.


by Emily Dickinson

Rather arid delight

 Rather arid delight
If Contentment accrue
Make an abstemious Ecstasy
Not so good as joy --

But Rapture's Expense
Must not be incurred
With a tomorrow knocking
And the Rent unpaid --


by Omar Khayyam

Now Ramazan is past, Shawwal comes back,

Now Ramazan is past, Shawwal comes back,
And feast and song and joy no more we lack;
The wine-skin carriers throng the streets and cry,
«Here comes the porter with his precious pack.»


by William Blake

The Sick Rose

 O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.


by Omar Khayyam

For him who makes account of human ills, joy, sorrow,

For him who makes account of human ills, joy, sorrow,
pain are all identical. The good and the bad of
this world must one day end. What matters it whether
all be torment or pleasure for us?


by James Joyce

He Who Hath Glory Lost

 He who hath glory lost, nor hath 
Found any soul to fellow his, 
Among his foes in scorn and wrath 
Holding to ancient nobleness, 
That high unconsortable one --- 
His love is his companion.


by Omar Khayyam

That grace and favour at the first, what meant it?

That grace and favour at the first, what meant it?
That lavishing of joy and peace, what meant it?
But now thy purpose is to grieve my heart;
What did I do to cause this change? What meant it?


by Omar Khayyam

O Wheel of Heaven! thou fillest constantly my heart

O Wheel of Heaven! thou fillest constantly my heart
with woe. Thou killest in me the germ of joy, with
water ladening the air which, would breathe, and changest
into mud the water that I drink.


by Emily Dickinson

Did lifes penurious length

 Did life's penurious length
Italicize its sweetness,
The men that daily live
Would stand so deep in joy
That it would clog the cogs
Of that revolving reason
Whose esoteric belt
Protects our sanity.


by Emily Dickinson

The Treason of an accent

 The Treason of an accent
Might Ecstasy transfer --
Of her effacing Fathom
Is no Recoverer --

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The Treason of an Accent
Might vilify the Joy --
To breathe -- corrode the rapture
Of Sanctity to be --


by Emily Dickinson

So glad we are -- a Strangerd deem

 'Twas sorry, that we were --
For where the Holiday should be
There publishes a Tear --
Nor how Ourselves be justified --
Since Grief and Joy are done
So similar -- An Optizan
Could not decide between --


by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Strike Churl

 Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail 
May’s beauty massacre and wisp?d wild clouds grow 
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No, 
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.


by Omar Khayyam

Arise, leave the cares of this world which are fleeting;

Arise, leave the cares of this world which are fleeting;
be joyous, pass gaily this life of a moment, for if the
favors of heaven had been constant to others, this turn
of joy would not have come to you.


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

RULES FOR MONARCHS

 IF men are never their thoughts to employ,
Take care to provide them a life full of joy;
But if to some profit and use thou wouldst bend them,
Take care to shear them, and then defend them.
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