Hope poems
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Ode XIV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend: From The Country
© Mark Akenside
I.
Say, Townshend, what can London boast
Bring Her Again, O Western Wind
© William Ernest Henley
Bring her again, O western wind,
Over the western sea!
Gentle and good and fair and kind,
Bring her again to me!
Rosamond's Song Of Hope
© Robert Bloomfield
Sweet Hope, so oft my childhood's friend,
I will believe thee still,
For thou canst joy with sorrow blend,
Where grief alone would kill.
Fit The Fifth - The Beavers Lesson
© Lewis Carroll
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
My Autumn Walk
© William Cullen Bryant
ON woodlands ruddy with autumn
The amber sunshine lies;
I look on the beauty round me,
And tears come into my eyes.
To Cowper
© Anne Brontë
Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard;
And oft, in childhood's years,
I've read them o'er and o'er again,
With floods of silent tears.
Polyphemus
© Ambrose Bierce
Twas a sick young man with a face ungay
And an eye that was all alone;
And he shook his head in a hopeless way
As he sat on a roadside stone.
Gulls
© Virna Sheard
When the mist drives past and the wind blows high,
And the harbour lights are dim--
See where they circle, and dip and fly,
The grey free-lances of wind and sky,
To the water's distant rim!
Monumental Inscription To William Northcot
© William Cowper
Care, vale! Sed non æternum, care, valeto!
Namque iterum tecum, sim modo dignus, ero
Tum nihil amplexus poterit divellere nostros,
Nec tu marcesces, nec lacrymabor ego.
How They Brought Aid To Bryan's Station
© Madison Julius Cawein
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, Nicholas
Tomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook to
Tribute To The Memory Of The Rev. Sister The Nativity, Foundress Of The Convent Of Villa Maria
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh, Villa Maria, thrice favored spot,
Unclouded sunshine is still thy lot
Since first, neath thy mortal old,
The spouses of Christworking out Gods will,
Meekly entered, their mission high to fill
Mid the little ones of His fold.
The Assimilation Of The Gypsies
© Larry Levis
In the background, a few shacks & overturned carts
And a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.
And here the crowd of onlookers, though a few of them
Must be intimate with the victim,
The Old Place
© Blanche Edith Baughan
SO the last days come at last, the close of my fifteen year
The end of the hope, an the struggles, an messes Ive put in here.
Eclogue:--Father Come Hwome
© William Barnes
The teäties must be ready pretty nigh;
Do teäke woone up upon the fork' an' try.
The ceäke upon the vier, too, 's a-burnèn,
I be afeärd: do run an' zee, an' turn en.
The Lighthouse
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Yes, Desolation, on her viewless wing,
Even now, perhaps, is speeding with the blast
The Prisoner
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
All day I lie beneath the great pine tree,
Whose perfumed branches wave and shadow me.
Musings
© Madison Julius Cawein
All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost,
Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost;
Only the chrism and sacrament of flame,
Anointing all, inspired not all the same.
Song On Peace
© William Cowper
No longer I follow a sound;
No longer a dream I pursue;
Oh happiness! not to be found,
Unattainable treasure, adieu!
The Open Door
© Alfred Noyes
O Mystery of life,
That, after all our strife,
Defeats, mistakes,
Just as, at last, we see
The road to victory,
The tired heart breaks.
