Top 100 Poems About: HAPPINESS
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1.'Tis So Much Joy!
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty! read more »Emily Dickinson
There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away. read more »Jane Kenyon
3.Thyrsis A Monody
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same;
The village street its haunted mansion lacks,
And from the sign is gone Sibylla's name, read more »Matthew Arnold
4.A Song Of Joys
O to make the most jubilant song!
Full of music-full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments-full of grain and trees. read more »Walt Whitman
I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
thousands of men. read more »Carl Sandburg
6.A Month Of Happiness
A blind horse stands among cherry trees.
And bones shine from cool earth.
The heart leaps
Almost up to the sky! But laments read more »Robert Bly
7.Afternoon On A Hill
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one. read more »Edna St. Vincent Millay
8.Character Of The Happy Warrior
. Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
--It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought read more »William Wordsworth
9.A Japanese Wood-Carving
High up above the open, welcoming door
It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim.
Once, long ago, it was a waving tree
And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves read more »Amy Lowell
10.The Joy Of Little Things
It's good the great green earth to roam,
Where sights of awe the soul inspire;
But oh, it's best, the coming home,
The crackle of one's own hearth-fire! read more »Robert William Service
This is what I most want
to reach beyond the light
that I am furthest from. read more »Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
12.How Still, How Happy!
How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge -
The changing heaven the breezy weather, read more »Emily Jane Brontë