Hope poems
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Urvashi -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
From the time without a beginning
To the whole world
You have been an object of desire
O fair Urvashi without compare!
To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster
© Francis Thompson
I will not perturbate
Thy Paradisal state
With praise
Of thy dead days;
I Shall Not Forget
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,
But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;
And the strong hands of Time are too feeble and slender
To garland the grave that is made in my heart.
The Sin Of Omission
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
It isn't the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone
The Poem Of Imru al Qays
© Imru al Qays Ibn Hujr
I said to the wolf, "You gather as little wealth, as little prosperity as I.
What either of us gains he gives away. So do we remain thin."
Petrarch to Laura
© Mary Darby Robinson
"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."
Out Of The Silence
© George Essex Evans
And as beneath the viewless angels wing
Bethesdas pool was stirred,
My heart is troubled by the mystic word
Of one who through my soul and lips would sing.
Song III
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Have mercy on me, my Lord,
For a foe treds o'er me and strives
Mindfully that time and again
I be wearied by all adversity.
The Song Of Hiawatha V: Hiawatha's Fasting
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
By The Fates
© Alfred Austin
By the fates that have fastened our life,
By the distance that holds us apart,
Kensington Garden
© Thomas Tickell
Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring lands
Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,
One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue Part V
© Madison Julius Cawein
_We, whom God sets a task,
Striving, who ne'er attain,
We are the curst!--who ask
Death, and still ask in vain.
We, whom God sets a task._
Hope Is A Tattered Flag
© Carl Sandburg
Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
A Woeful New Ballad Of The Protestant Conspiracy To Take The Popes Life
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Come all ye Christian people, unto my tale give ear,
'Tis about a base consperracy, as quickly shall appear;
'Twill make your hair to bristle up, and your eyes to start and glow,
When of this dread consperracy you honest folks shall know.
Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Alas! this is not what I thought life was.
I knew that there were crimes and evil men,
Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass
Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen.
The Joy Of Grief
© John Kenyon
"In vain you touch that answering wire,
Attuned to softest notes of peace;
The Churchwarden and The Apparition: A Fable
© Thomas Chatterton
The night was cold, the wind was high,
And stars bespangled all the sky;
The Suicide's Soliloquy
© Abraham Lincoln
Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Poetry: A Metrical Essay, Read Before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire!
Ye winds of Memory, sweep the silent lyre!
Ray of the past, if yet thou canst appear,
Break through the clouds of Fancyâs waning year;
Chase from her breast the thin autumnal snow,
If leaf or blossom still is fresh below!
