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Famous Short Happy Poems. Short Happy Poetry by Famous Poets

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

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by Emily Dickinson

The words the happy say

 The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful --


by Ogden Nash

The Parent

 Children aren't happy with nothing to ignore,
And that's what parents were created for.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

Happy Thought

 The world is so full of a number of things, 
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.


by Emily Dickinson

Too happy Time dissolves itself

 Too happy Time dissolves itself
And leaves no remnant by --
'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath
Or too much weight to fly --


by Robert Herrick

Upon Prew His Maid

 In this little Urne is laid
Prewdence Baldwin (once my maid)
From whose happy spark here let
Spring the purple violet.


by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Wreck Of The Deutschland

 To the 
happy memory of five Franciscan Nuns 
exiles by the Falk Laws 
drowned between midnight and morning of 
Dec.
7th.
1875


by Robert Herrick

FOUR THINGS MAKE US HAPPY HERE

 Health is the first good lent to men;
A gentle disposition then:
Next, to be rich by no by-ways;
Lastly, with friends t' enjoy our days.


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 William Carlos (WCW) Williams

Après le Bain

 I gotta
buy me a new
girdle.
(I'll buy you one) O.
K.
(I wish you'd wig- gle that way for me, I'd be a happy man) I GOTTA wig- gle for this.
(You pig)


by Robert Bly

In a Train

There has been a light snow.
Dark car tracks move in out of the darkness.
I stare at the train window marked with soft dust.
I have awakened at Missoula Montana utterly happy.


by Emily Dickinson

Apparently with no surprise

 Apparently with no surprise
To any happy Flower
The Frost beheads it at its play --
In accidental power --
The blonde Assassin passes on --
The Sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another Day
For an Approving God.


by Emily Dickinson

If all the griefs I am to have

 If all the griefs I am to have
Would only come today,
I am so happy I believe
They'd laugh and run away.
If all the joys I am to have Would only come today, They could not be so big as this That happens to me now.


by Walt Whitman

What General has a Good Army.

 WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a good army; 
He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy, 
But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any more than you can beget or conceive a
 child
 by others.


by Emily Dickinson

A happy lip -- breaks sudden

 A happy lip -- breaks sudden --
It doesn't state you how
It contemplated -- smiling --
Just consummated -- now --
But this one, wears its merriment
So patient -- like a pain --
Fresh gilded -- to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan --


by Emily Dickinson

How happy I was if I could forget

 How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom

Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold.


by Stevie Smith

Conviction (iv)

 I like to get off with people,
I like to lie in their arms
I like to be held and lightly kissed,
Safe from all alarms.
I like to laugh and be happy With a beautiful kiss, I tell you, in all the world There is no bliss like this.


by Emily Dickinson

Fortitude incarnate

 Fortitude incarnate
Here is laid away
In the swift Partitions
Of the awful Sea --

Babble of the Happy
Cavil of the Bold
Hoary the Fruition
But the Sea is old

Edifice of Ocean
Thy tumultuous Rooms
Suit me at a venture
Better than the Tombs


by Robert Seymour Bridges

When Death to Either shall come

 When Death to either shall come,— 
I pray it be first to me,— 
Be happy as ever at home, 
If so, as I wish, it be.
Possess thy heart, my own; And sing to the child on thy knee, Or read to thyself alone The songs that I made for thee.


by William Shakespeare

The Blossom

 Merry Merry Sparrow
Under leaves so green
A happy Blossom
Sees you swift as arrow
Seek your cradle narrow
Near my Bosom.
Pretty Pretty Robin Under leaves so green A happy Blossom Hears you sobbing sobbing Pretty Pretty Robin Near my Bosom.


by Emily Dickinson

Is it dead -- Find it

 Is it dead -- Find it --
Out of sound -- Out of sight --
"Happy"? Which is wiser --
You, or the Wind?
"Conscious"? Won't you ask that --
Of the low Ground?

"Homesick"? Many met it --
Even through them -- This
Cannot testify --
Themself -- as dumb --


by William Blake

Infant Joy

 I have no name
I am but two days old.
-- What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name.
-- Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee; Thou dost smile, I sing the while Sweet joy befall thee.


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

PETITION.

 OH thou sweet maiden fair,
Thou with the raven hair,

Why to the window go?

While gazing down below,
Art standing vainly there?

Oh, if thou stood'st for me,
And lett'st the latch but fly,

How happy should I be!
How soon would I leap high!

1789.
*


by A E Housman

You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day

 You smile upon your friend to-day, 
To-day his ills are over; 
You hearken to the lover's say, 
And happy is the lover.
'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never; I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.


by A E Housman

Into My Heart an Air that Kills

 Into my heart an air that kills 
From yon far country blows: 
What are those blue remembered hills, 
What spires, what farms are those? 

That is the land of lost content, 
I see it shining plain, 
The happy highways where I went 
And cannot come again.


by Friedrich von Schiller

The Two Paths Of Virtue

 Two are the pathways by which mankind can to virtue mount upward;
If thou should find the one barred, open the other will lie.
'Tis by exertion the happy obtain her, the suffering by patience.
Blest is the man whose kind fate guides him along upon both!


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