Hope poems
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Twilight
© James Montgomery
I love thee, Twilight! as thy shadows roll,
The calm of evening steals upon my soul,
In an Almshouse
© Augusta Davies Webster
They said you were not pretty, owed your charm
to choice of ribbons from your father's shop,
but, as for me, I saw not if you wore
too many ribbons or too few, nor sought
what charms you had beyond that one I knew,
the kind and honest look in your grey eyes.
An Ode In Blessed Memory Of Her Majesty The Empress Anna Ivanovna On The Victory Over The Turks And
© Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov
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A sudden bliss has seized my mind,
Present And Future
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Look, as a mother bending o'er her boy,
The sleeping boy that in her bosom lies,
Gazes upon him in a trance of joy
With earnest, infinitely tender eyes,
Epimetheus, or the Poet's Afterthought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Have I dreamed? or was it real,
What I saw as in a vision,
When to marches hymeneal
In the land of the Ideal
Moved my thought o'er Fields Elysian?
The Bobolinks
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
WHEN Nature had made all her birds,
With no more cares to think on,
She gave a rippling laugh, and out
There flew a Bobolinkon.
Hymn XXXII. Lord, now the time returns,
© John Austin
Lord, now the time returns,
For weary man to rest;
Despair
© Mathilde Blind
Lo, wilt thou yield thyself to grief, and roll
Vanquished from thy high seat, imperial brain,
And abdicating turbulent life's control,
Be dragged a captive bound in sorrow's chain?
Nay! though my heart is breaking with its pain,
No pain on earth has power to crush my soul.
The Forsaken
© Caroline Norton
IT is the music of her native land,--
The airs she used to love in happier days;
The lute is struck by some young gentle hand,
To soothe her spirit with remember'd lays.
II.
To John Gorham Palfrey
© James Russell Lowell
There are who triumph in a losing cause,
Who can put on defeat, as 'twere a wreath
Unwithering in the adverse popular breath,
Safe from the blasting demagogue's applause;
'Tis they who stand for Freedom and God's laws.
An Anniversary On The Hymeneals Of My Noble kinsman, Tho. S
© Richard Lovelace
I.
The day is curl'd about agen
To view the splendor she was in;
When first with hallow'd hands
Happy Solitude--Unhappy Men
© William Cowper
My heart is easy, and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight:
The more my woes in secret I deplore,
I taste thy goodness, and I love thee more.
Sonnet On The American War. "She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all"
© Frances Anne Kemble
She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all
Its weary workers! gazing from afar
Sonnet XXIV: These Sorrowing Sighs
© Samuel Daniel
These sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine annoy;
These tears, which heat of sacred flame distills;
Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 OClock Poems)
© Nazim Hikmet
Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
as my fortieth year passes...
The Victory
© Robert Southey
Hark--how the church-bells thundering harmony
Stuns the glad ear! tidings of joy have come,
