Hope poems
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV.
© George Gordon Byron
I.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
The Evening Of The Holiday
© Giacomo Leopardi
The night is mild and clear, and without wind,
And o'er the roofs, and o'er the gardens round
Long-Felt Desires
© Louise Labe
Long-felt desires, hopes as long as vain--
sad sighs--slow tears accustomed to run sad
into as many rivers as two eyes could add,
pouring like fountains, endless as the rain--
Unyielding
© Rabindranath Tagore
In the fierce harsh storms of Baisakh,
Golden ripened fruit fell tumbling.
'Dust, I said, 'defiles such offerings:
Let your hands be heaven to them.'
Still you showed no friendliness.
In Memory of my Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet, who deceased June 20, 1669, being Three Years and S
© Anne Bradstreet
With troubled heart and trembling hand I write.
The heavens have changed to sorrow my delight.
To A Picture
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oh, serious eyes! how is it that the light,
The burning rays, that mine pour into ye,
Windless Rain
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE rain, the desolate rain!
Ceaseless, and solemn, and chill!
How it drips on the misty pane,
How it drenches the darkened sill!
Eclogue Of The Liberal And The Poet
© Allen Tate
POET
Yes, look at the water grim and black
Where immense Europa rears her head,
Her face pinched and her breasts slack.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LVII
He honored her, served her, and leave her gave,
Fitz Adam's Story
© James Russell Lowell
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tell
Was one whom men, before they thought, loved well,
Purgatorio (English)
© Dante Alighieri
To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
The little vessel of my genius now,
That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;
Between Two Worlds
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
HERE sitting by the fire
I aspire, love, I aspire--
Not to that "other world" of your fond dreams,
But one as nigh and nigher,
Compared to which your real, unreal seems.
Twilight
© Caroline Norton
When the mournful Jewish mother
Laid her infant down to rest,
In doubt, and fear, and sorrow,
On the water's changeful breast;
Worn Out
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
You bid me hold my peace
And dry my fruitless tears,
Forgetting that I bear
A pain beyond my years.
He Never Smiled Again
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The bark that held a prince went down,
The sweeping waves roll'd on;
Brook Farm
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Down the long road, bent and brown,
Youth, that dearly loves a vision,
Ventures to the gate Elysian,
As a pilgrim from the town.
The Hand of Glory: The Nurse's Story
© Richard Harris Barham
And now before
That old Woman's door,
Where nought that 's good may be,
Hand in hand
The Murderers stand
By one, by two, by three!
What Of The Night?
© Ada Cambridge
To you, who look below,
Where little candles glow -
Who listen in a narrow street,
Confused with noise of passing feet -
