Hope poems
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The House of Clay
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
THERE was a house, a house of clay,
Wherein the inmate sat all day,
Sonnet XX. The Lovers Sonnet. Midnight.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I WAITED through the night, while summer blew
The breath of roses through my darkened room.
The whispering breeze just stirred the leafy gloom
Beyond the window. On the lawn the dew
The Borough. Letter XIII: The Alms-House And Trustees
© George Crabbe
feel.
Three seats were vacant while Sir Denys reign'd,
And three such favourites their admission gain'd;
These let us view, still more to understand
The moral feelings of Sir Denys Brand.
An Hymne Of Heavenly Beautie
© Edmund Spenser
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,
Through contemplation of those goodly sights,
And glorious images in heaven wrought,
Whose wondrous beauty, breathing sweet delights
Ballad Of Jesus Of Nazareth
© Edgar Lee Masters
It matters not what place he drew
At first life's mortal breath,
Some say it was in Bethlehem,
And some in Nazareth.
But shame and sorrow were his lot
And shameful was his death.
Champlain
© William Henry Drummond
If you want to fin' w'at is lef' behin'
Of de story I try very hard tell you,
Don't bodder me now or raise de row,
But study de book de sam' I do.
The Feud: A Border Ballad
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
They sat by their wine in the tavern that night,
But not in good fellowship true:
The Rhenish was strong and the Burgundy bright,
And hotter the argument grew.
On An Unfortunate And Beautiful Woman
© William Lisle Bowles
Oh, Mary, when distress and anguish came,
And slow disease preyed on thy wasted frame;
Lines For Music (III)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Good night! from music's softest spell
Go to thy dreams: and in thy slumbers,
Satyr III. Virtue
© Thomas Parnell
Is virtue something reall here below
Or but an Idle name & empty show
While on this head I take my thoughts to task
Methinks young Freedom answers wt I ask
In his own moralls thus the Spark goes on
Or thus if he were here he might have don
Double Ballad Of Life And Death
© William Ernest Henley
Fools may pine, and sots may swill,
Cynics gibe, and prophets rail,
Admetus: To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson
© Emma Lazarus
He who could beard the lion in his lair,
To bind him for a girl, and tame the boar,
Lovers At The Lake Side
© Jean Ingelow
'And you brought him home.' 'I did, ay Ronald, it rested with me.'
'Love!' 'Yes.' 'I would fain you were not so calm.' 'I cannot weep. No.'
'What is he like, your poor father?' 'He is-like-this fallen tree
Prone at our feet, by the still lake taking on rose from the glow,
The Overlander
© William Henry Ogilvie
I knew them on the road : red, roan, and white,
Cock-horned and spear-horned, spotted, streaked and starred;
I knew their shapes moon-misted in the night
As I rode round them keeping lonely guard.
I knew them all, the laggards and the leaders,
The wild, the wandering, and the listless feeders.
Sordello: Book the Sixth
© Robert Browning
The thought of Eglamor's least like a thought,
And yet a false one, was, "Man shrinks to nought
At The Close Of A Course Of Lectures
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
As the voice of the watch to the mariner's dream,
As the footstep of Spring on the ice-girdled stream,
There comes a soft footstep, a whisper, to me,--
The vision is over,--the rivulet free.
The Street
© James Russell Lowell
They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds,
Dim ghosts of men that hover to and fro,
To My Country
© Katharine Lee Bates
O dear my Country, beautiful and dear,
Love cloth not darken sight.
