Hope poems
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Distant View Of England From The Sea
© William Lisle Bowles
Yes! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start,
As thee, my country, and the long-lost sight
On The Death Of President Garfield
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FALLEN with autumn's falling leaf
Ere yet his summer's noon was past,
Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief,--
What words can match a woe so vast!
That Pretty Girl in the Army
© Henry Lawson
Now I often sit at Wattys, when the night is very near
With a head thats full of jingles and the fumes of bottled beer;
For I always have a fancy that, if I am over there
When the Army prays for Watty, Im included in the prayer.
Cancion de Otoño en Primavera (Song of Autumn in the Springtime)
© Rubén Dario
Juventud, divino tesoro,
ya te vas para no volver!
Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro,
y a veces lloro sin querer
.
Trust Of The Wicked, And The Righteous Compared
© John Newton
As parched in the barren sands
Beneath a burning sky,
The worthless bramble with'ring stands,
And only grows to die.
The Emigrant
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
FAREWELL, ah, happy shades! ah, scenes belov'd,
Of infant sports and bright unclouded hours!
Where oft in childhood's happy days I rov'd,
Thro' forest-walks, and wild secluded bow'rs!
Poulain The Prisoner
© Augusta Davies Webster
One single ray: and where its light could fall
His rusty nail carved saints and angels there,
And warriors, and slim girls with braided hair,
And blossomy boughs, and birds athwart the air.
Rude work, but yet a world. And light for all
Was one slant ray upon a prison wall.
Don Juan: Canto The Fourteenth
© George Gordon Byron
If from great nature's or our own abyss
Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,
Excerpts from "LES HEURES CLAIRES" (English translations)
© Emile Verhaeren
Oh, splendour of our joy and our delight,
Woven of gold amid the silken air!
See the dear house among its gables light,
And the green garden, and the orchard there!
The Visionary Boy
© William Lisle Bowles
Oh! lend that lute, sweet Archimage, to me!
Enough of care and heaviness
Sonnett IV
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HAST thou beheld a landscape dull and bare,
On which, at times, a flying gleam was shed
From some shy sunbeam shifting overhead,
That made the scene for one brief moment fair?
The Pleasures of Memory - Part I.
© Samuel Rogers
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green,
With magic tints to harmonize the scene.
Still'd is the hum that thro' the hamlet broke,
When round the ruins of their antient oak
The Voyage of Telegonus
© Henry Kendall
Ill fares it with the man whose lips are set
To bitter themes and words that spite the gods;
A Shadow
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I said unto myself, if I were dead,
What would befall these children? What would be
The Pennsylvania Pilgrim
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Pennsylvania Pilgrim
Never in tenderer quiet lapsed the day
From Pennsylvania's vales of spring away,
Where, forest-walled, the scattered hamlets lay
To A Primrose
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nitens et roboris expers
Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat.
- Ovid, Metam. [xv.203].
