Hope poems

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Rokeby: Canto V.

© Sir Walter Scott

  "Summer eve is gone and past,
  Summer dew is falling fast;
  I have wander'd all the day,
  Do not bid me farther stray!
  Gentle hearts, of gentle kin,
  Take the wandering harper in."

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Fourth Sunday After Trinity

© John Keble

It was not then a poet's dream,
  An idle vaunt of song,
Such as beneath the moon's soft gleam
  On vacant fancies throng;

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Ghosts

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

There are ghosts in the room.
As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there
They come out of the gloom,
And they stand at my side and they lean on my chair.

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The Main Regret

© George Meredith

Seen, too clear and historic within us, our sins of omission
Frown when the Autumn days strike us all ruthlessly bare.
They of our mortal diseases find never healing physician;
Errors they of the soul, past the one hope to repair.

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Old Friends

© Caroline Norton

HOW are they waned and faded from our hearts,

The old companions of our early days!

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The Flash at Midnight

© James Montgomery

The flash at midnight! - 'twas a light

That gave the blind a moment's sight

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Christmas 1864

© Anonymous

Christmas time has come again,

But ah! where are the merry chimes

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Contentment

© Eugene Field

Happy the man that, when his day is done,

  Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret--

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The Rose

© Robert Southey

Nay EDITH! spare the rose!--it lives--it lives,

  It feels the noon-tide sun, and drinks refresh'd

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A Thousand Years

© Gamaliel Bradford

Just to utter a word,

That is all I desire;

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La Dame Du Palais De La Reine

© Kenneth Slessor

SOPHIE, in shocks of scarlet lace,
Receives her usual embrace
Beneath a hedge, behind a curtain,
Or in the chambers of His Grace.

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Old And New Year Ditties

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

New Year met me somewhat sad:
 Old Year leaves me tired,
Stripped of favourite things I had
 Baulked of much desired:
Yet farther on my road to-day
God willing, farther on my way.

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The Politician

© William Wilfred Campbell

Carven in leathern mask or brazen face,

  Were I time's sculptor, I would set this man.

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Visions for the Entertainment and Instruction of Younger Minds: Content

© Nathaniel Cotton

Far from the city I reside,

And a thatch'd cottage all my pride.

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Olney Hymn 5: Jehovah-Shalom: The Lord Send Peace

© William Cowper

Jesus! whose blood so freely stream'd
To satisfy the law's demand;
By Thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd,
Before the Father's face I stand.

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Life's Tests

© Edgar Albert Guest

If never a sorrow came to us,

  and never a care we knew;

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Rejoice

© George MacDonald

"Rejoice," said the Sun; "I will make thee gay
With glory and gladness and holiday;
I am dumb, O man, and I need thy voice!"
But man would not rejoice.

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To The Future

© James Russell Lowell

O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height

  Can I behold thy stretch of peaceful bowers,

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Genesis BK I

© Caedmon

(ll. 78-81) Then was there calm as formerly in heaven, the kindly
ways of peace.  The Lord was dear to all, a Prince among His
thanes, and glory was renewed of angel legions knowing
blessedness with God.

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Aletheia To Phraortes

© Walter Savage Landor

Phraortes! where art thou?
The flames were panting after us, their darts Had pierced to many hearts
Before the Gods, who heard nor prayer nor vow;