Hope poems

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For Schoolchildren

© Joseph Brodsky

You know, I try, when darkness falls,
to estimate to some degree —
by marking off the grief in miles —
the distance now from you to me.

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Until The Dawn

© Edith Nesbit

WHEN head and hands and heart alike are weary;
  When Hope with folded wings sinks out of sight;
When all thy striving fails to disentangle
  From out wrong's skein the golden thread of right;
When all thy knowledge seems a marsh-light's glimmer,
  That only shows the blackness of the night;

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The Wonder-Working Magician - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

CYPRIAN.  Ever wrangling in this way,
How ye both my patience try!
Why can he not go?  Say why?

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Shelley’s Pyre

© Robert Laurence Binyon

The Spirit of Earth, robed in green;
The Spirit of Air, robed in blue;
The Spirit of Water, robed in silver;
The Spirit of Fire, robed in red.
Each steps forward in turn.

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The Castle Of Indolence

© James Thomson

The castle hight of Indolence,
And its false luxury;
Where for a little time, alas!
We lived right jollily.

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Metamorphoses: Book The Eighth

© Ovid

 The End of the Eighth Book.


 Translated into English verse under the direction of
 Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
 William Congreve and other eminent hands

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Nancy Hanks

© Harriet Monroe

Prairie child,
Brief as dew,
What winds of wonder
Nourished you?

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Art

© Madison Julius Cawein

[_A Phantasy._]


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Pomegranate Seed

© Edith Wharton

DEMETER PERSEPHONE
HECATE HERMES
In the vale of Elusis

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Laurance - [Part 2]

© Jean Ingelow

Then looking hard upon her, came to him
The power to feel and to perceive. Her teeth
Chattered, and all her limbs with shuddering failed,
And in her threadbare shawl was wrapped a child
That looked on him with wondering, wistful eyes.

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On Returning To Greece In 1842

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Ten years ago I deemed that if once more
I trod on Grecian soil, 'twould be to find
The presence of a great informing mind
That should the glorious past somewise restore;

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Rejected

© Henry Lawson

You might try to drown the sorrow, but the drink has no effect;
  You cannot stand the barmaid with her coarse and vulgar wit;
And so you seek the street again, and start for home direct,
  When you’re hit, old man—hard hit.

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Sonnet I "Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent"

© Henry Timrod

Poet! if on a lasting fame be bent

Thy unperturbing hopes, thou will not roam

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Hope

© Mathilde Blind

But tired of these he craved a wider scope:
Then fair as Pallas from the brain of Jove
From his deep wish there sprang, full-armed, to cope
With all life's ills, even very death in love,
The only thing man never wearies of-
His own creation-visionary Hope.

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

ON THE NATURE OF LOVE
You ask my love. What shall my love then be ?
A hope, an aspiration, a desire?
The soul's eternal charter writ in fire

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The Rape Of Lucrece

© William Shakespeare

TO THE
RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.

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A Counting-Out Song

© Rudyard Kipling

What is the song the children sing,

When doorway lilacs bloom in Spring,

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A Ballade of Waiting

© Archibald Lampman

So time shall be swift till thou mate with me,
For love is mightiest next to fate,
And none shall be happier, Love, than we,
In the year yet, Lady, to dream and wait.

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The Garden Of Boccaccio

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks,

With that sly satyr peeping through the leaves !