Hope poems
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Nostradamus's Prophecy
© Andrew Marvell
For faults and follies London's doom shall fix,
And she must sink in flames in "sixty-six";
St. Barnabas
© John Keble
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart
Knows its own anguish and unrest;
The Shadowy Waters: The Shadowy Waters
© William Butler Yeats
Second Sailor. And I had thought to make
A good round Sum upon this cruise, and turn
For I am getting on in lifeto something
That has less ups and downs than robbery.
The Visionary Hope
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sad lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneeling
He fain would frame a prayer within his breast,
Would fain entreat for some sweet breath of healing,
That his sick body might have ease and rest;
The Parish Register - Part I: Baptisms
© George Crabbe
floor.
Here his poor bird th' inhuman Cocker brings,
Arms his hard heel and clips his golden wings;
With spicy food th' impatient spirit feeds,
And shouts and curses as the battle bleeds.
Struck through the brain, deprived of both his
Only One Man Killed Today
© Anonymous
There are tears and wails in the old brown house
On the hillside steep today,
Sonnett - V
© James Russell Lowell
TO THE SPIRIT OF KEATS
Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room,
I, Too
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I saw fond lovers in that glow
That oft-times fades away too soon:
I saw and said, "Their joy I know-
I, too, have had my honeymoon."
The Spirit
© Jones Very
I would not breathe, when blows thy mighty wind
O'er desolate hill and winter-blasted plain,
The Farewell
© Charles Churchill
_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell
To all the follies which in Europe dwell;
A Prayer
© Norman Rowland Gale
Tend me my birds, and bring again
The brotherhood of woodland life,
So shall I wear the seasons round
A friend to need, a foe to strife;
Little and Great
© Charles Mackay
A traveller on a dusty road
Strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up,
And grew into a tree.
Frithiof's Temptation. (From The Swedish)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spring is coming, birds are twittering, forests leaf, and smiles the sun,
And the loosened torrents downward, singing, to the ocean run;
Glowing like the cheek of Freya, peeping rosebuds 'gin to ope,
And in human hearts awaken love of life, and joy, and hope.
Culver Dell And The Squire
© William Barnes
There's noo pleäce I do like so well,
As Elem Knap in Culver Dell,
Rantoul
© John Greenleaf Whittier
One day, along the electric wire
His manly word for Freedom sped;
We came next morn: that tongue of fire
Said only, "He who spake is dead!"
Delusion Of Saints
© Robinson Jeffers
The old pagan burials, uninscribed rock,
Secret-keeping mounds,
Aurora Leigh: Book Niinth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
An active kind of curse. I stood there cursed,
Confounded. I had seized and caught the sense
Of the letter, with its twenty stinging snakes,
In a moment's sweep of eyesight, and I stood
Dazed.-"Ah! not married."
