Hope poems
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Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th, 1666
© Anne Bradstreet
In silent night when rest I took,
For sorrow near I did not look,
Lines To A Beautiful Spring In A Village
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Once more, sweet stream! with slow foot wand'ring near,
I bless thy milky waters cold and clear.
Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours,
With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 06
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXII
"Love hath Eustatio chosen, Fortune thee,
Carry On
© Edgar Albert Guest
They spoke it bravely, grimly, in their darkest hours of doubt;
They spoke it when their hope was low and when their strength gave out;
We heard it from the dying in those troubled days now gone,
And they breathed it as their slogan for the living: "Carry on!"
Thou Shalt Not Kill
© Kenneth Rexroth
Harry who didnt care at all?
Hart who went back to the sea?
Timor mortis conturbat me.
The Mothers Heart
© Caroline Norton
Different from both! Yet each succeeding claim,
I, that all other love had been forswearing,
Forthwith admitted, equal and the same;
Nor injured either, by this love's comparing,
Nor stole a fraction for the newer call--
But in the Mother's heart, found room for ALL!
The Sailor
© Samuel Rogers
The Sailor sighs as sinks his native shore,
As all its lessening turrets bluely fade;
He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more,
And busy Fancy fondly lends her aid.
The Fourth Of August
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Now in thy splendour go before us.
Spirit of England, ardent-eyed,
Enkindle this dear earth that bore us
In the hour of peril purified.
"Long Time A Child . . . "
© Hartley Coleridge
LONG time a child, and still a child, when years
Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I, -
The Unattained
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
A vision beauteous as the morn,
With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming,
"Only A Year"
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
One year ago,--a ringing voice,
A clear blue eye,
And clustering curls of sunny hair,
Too fair to die.
Leichhardt
© Henry Kendall
LORDLY harp, by lordly master wakened from majestic sleep,
Yet shall speak and yet shall sing the words which make the fathers weep!
Reward Of Fickleness
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ALTON.
YOU see that man with the quick eyes and brow,
Too ponderous almost for his slender frame,
His dark locks tinged with gray; you'd hardly think it,
Ashtabula Disaster
© Julia A Moore
Swiftly passed the engine's call,
Hastening souls on to death,
Warning not one of them all;
It brought despair right and left.
Love Faithful In The Absence Of The Beloved
© William Cowper
In vain ye woo me to your harmless joys,
Ye pleasant bowers, remote from strife and noise;
Your shades, the witnesses of many a vow,
Breathed forth in happier days, are irksome now;
Denied that smile 'twas once my heaven to see,
Such scenes, such pleasures, are all past with me.
Venus's Looking-Glass
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I marked where lovely Venus and her court
With song and dance and merry laugh went by;
The Watchers
© Arlo Bates
WE must be nobler for our dead, be sure,
Than for the quick. We might their living eyes
