Hope poems
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Introduction: Pippa Passes
© Robert Browning
Now wait!-even I already seem to share
In God's love: what does New-year's hymn declare?
What other meaning do these verses bear?
The Princess (part 1)
© Alfred Tennyson
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,
Of temper amorous, as the first of May,
With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,
For on my cradle shone the Northern star.
The Old Player
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loud
The galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.
The Golden Game
© Norman Rowland Gale
If ever there was a Golden Game
To brace the nerves, to cure repining,
On And On
© Mathilde Blind
By long leagues of wood and meadow
On and on we drive apace;
In the dreamy light and shadow
Veiling earth's autumnal face.
Thinking Of You
© Nazim Hikmet
Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful,
It is like listening to the most beautiful song
From the most beautiful voice on earth...
But hope is not enough for me any more,
I don't want to listen to songs any more,
I want to sing.
The Profession. A Sketch
© Alaric Alexander Watts
On Santa Croce's golden-pillared shrine,
A thousand tapers pour their blended rays
On A Distant View Of The Village And School Of The Harrow Hill
© George Gordon Byron
Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos.~Virgil
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;
Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,
And friendships were form'd, too romantic to last;
Marguerite
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
She was a child of gentlest air,
Of deep-dark eyes, but golden hair,
And, ah! I loved her unaware,
Marguerite!
Bellambi's Maid
© Henry Kendall
Amongst the thunder-splintered caves
On Ocean's long and windy shore,
The Sylph Of Summer
© William Lisle Bowles
God said, Let there be light, and there was light!
At once the glorious sun, at his command,
Sonnet XVII. Composed On A Journey Homeward; The Author Having Received Intelligence Of The Birth O
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll
Which makes the present (while the flash dost last)
Seem a mere semblance of some unknown past,
Mixed with such feelings, as perplex the soul
Untimely Lost Oliver Madox Brown Born 1855; Died 1874
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
UPON the landscape of his coming life
A youth high-gifted gazed, and found it fair:
Song
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
O STAY, Madonna! stay;
'Tis not the dawn of day
That marks the skies with yonder opal streak:
The stars in silence shine;
Then press thy lips to mine,
And rest upon my neck thy fervid cheek.
At the Tug-0-War
© Henry Lawson
My mates were strong and plucky chaps, but very soon I knew
That our opponents had the weight and strength to pull them through;
The boys were losing surely and defeat was very near,
When, high above the mighty roar, I heard the old man cheer!
Circe
© Augusta Davies Webster
Ah me! these love a day and laugh again,
and loving, laughing, find a full content;
but I know nought of peace, and have not loved.
A Psalm Of Resignation
© Joseph Furphy
In spite of his imposing plea,
A freeman whom the truth makes free
