Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear
Thou ever wilt remain;
One only hope my heart can cheer,--
The hope to meet again.
Oh, fondly on the past I dwell,
And oft recall those hours
When, wandering down the shady dell,
We gathered the wild-flowers.
Yes, life then seemed one pure delight,
Tho' now each spot looks drear;
Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight,
To memory thou art dear.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night,
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light,
And wish that thou wert by.
I think upon that happy time,
That time so fondly loved,
When last we heard the sweet bells chime,
As thro' the fields we roved.
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
I like a church; I like a cowl;
I like a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles:
Yet not for all his faith can see
Would I that cowléd churchman be.
And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness,
Round our restlessness His rest.
From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife
Smile at the claims of long descent.
His home! the Western giant smiles,
And twirls the spotty globe to find it;
This little speck, the British Isles?
'T is but a freckle,--never mind it.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
His smile is sweetened by his gravity.
Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembled with fear at your frown!
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask. Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge.
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all his friends:--
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, Abdallah's dead!'
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine--it is not I.
With the smile that was childlike and bland.
He smiled a kind of sickly smile and curled up on the floor
And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
She smiled, and the shadows departed;
She shone, and the snows were rain;
And he who was frozen-hearted
Bloomed up into love again.
? John Bartlett, compThere was ease in Casey's manner as he stept into his place,
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face,
And when responding to the cheers he lightly doft his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt, 't was Casey at the bat.
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembl'd with fear at your frown!
When some were saying that if Cæsar should march against the city they could not see what forces there were to resist him, Pompey replied with a smile, bidding them be in no concern, "for whenever I stamp my foot in any part of Italy there will rise up forces enough in an instant, both horse and foot."
Sardonic smile.
Smile, it takes only 13 muscles; A frown takes 64.
A smile is a powerful weapon - you can even break ice with it.
Smile, it takes only 13 muscles; A frown takes 64.
Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.
Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.