Hope poems
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The Speeding Of The King's Spite
© James Whitcomb Riley
A king--estranged from his loving Queen
By a foolish royal whim--
Medjnoon in his Solitude
© Louisa Stuart Costello
My ev'ry thought and wish was thine;
Alas! thou know'st too well
The ties that bind thy soul and mine,
How lasting need I tell.
Sonnet 79: Sweet kiss, Thy Sweets I Fain
© Sir Philip Sidney
Sweet kiss, thy sweets I fain would sweetly endite,
Which even of sweetness sweetest sweet'ner art:
Pleasing'st consort, where each sense holds a part;
Which, coupling doves, guides Venus' chariot right;
Hymn
© Charles Kingsley
Accept this building, gracious Lord,
No temple though it be;
We raised it for our suffering kin,
And so, Good Lord, for Thee.
Fit The Fourth - The Hunting
© Lewis Carroll
"It's excessively awkward to mention it now-
As I think I've already remarked."
And the man they called "Hi!" replied, with a sigh,
"I informed you the day we embarked.
Red Rock Camp
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A TALE OF EARLY COLORADO.
My simple story is of those times ere the magic power of steam
First whirled the traveller oer the plains with the swiftness of a dream,
Reducing to a few days time the journey of many a week,
That fell of old to the miners lot ere he sighted tall Pikes Peak.
Dead Loves
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHENE'ER I think of old loves wall and dead,
Of passion's wine outpoured in senseless dust,
Of doomed affection's and long-buried trust,
Through all my soul an arctic gloom is shed;
Good Tidings; Or News From The Farm
© Robert Bloomfield
Where's the Blind Child, so admirably fair,
With guileless dimples, and with flaxen hair
Sonnet VI
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I CAST this sorrow from me like a crown
Of bitter nettles, and unwholesome weeds,
Nursed by cold night-dews, from malignant seeds,
Ill Fortune sowed, when all the heaven did frown;
On Sending My Son, As A Present, To Dr. Swift, Dean Of St. Patrick's, On His Birth--Day.
© Mary Barber
A richer Present I design,
A finish'd Form, of Work divine,
Surpassing all the Power of Art,
A thinking Head, and grateful Heart,
An Heart, that hopes, one Day, to show
How much we to the Drapier owe.
The Bride Of The Nile - Act I
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Act I Governor's Palace at Alexandria.
Act II Garden House of the Makawkas at On.
Act III On the Banks of the Nile. Time, th Century, A.D.
A Colloquy: (For M. W.)
© Katharine Tynan
"When you get to Heaven, seek and find my boy.
Mother him!" "Until you come?" "I shall never come.
Earth was good enough for me who had all my joy
In my Love, my Light of home.
The Voices Of The Ocean
© Robert Laurence Binyon
All the night the voices of ocean around my sleep
Their murmuring undulation sleepless kept.
Rocked in a dream I slept,
Till drawn from trances deep
Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle
© William Wordsworth
Alas! the impassioned minstrel did not know
How, by Heaven's grace, this Clifford's heart was framed:
How he, long forced in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.
John Bede Polding
© Henry Kendall
With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head,
A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;
But cannot say the words that should be said
To crowned and winged divinities like you.
In Memoriam XXX
© Alfred Tennyson
With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
Love That Doth Reign And Live
© Henry Howard
Love that doth reign and live within my thought
And built his seat within my captive breast,
"Our Hope."
© James Brunton Stephens
A WIND-BORNE shred of that mysterious scroll
Wherein the secrets of the deep are writ:
