Hope poems
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Remonstrance
© James Joseph Sylvester
Oh! why those narrow rules extol?
These but restrain from ill,
True virtue lies in strength of soul
And energy of will.
The House By The Side Of The Road
© Sam Walter Foss
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
Little Bo-Peep
© George MacDonald
Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,
And will not know where to find them;
They are over the height and out of sight,
Trailing their tails behind them!
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 08
© Torquato Tasso
XCIX
"Thou must," quoth she, "be mine ambassador,
Elegy XVII: On His Mistress
© John Donne
By our first strange and fatal interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue,
Odysseus: In Memory Of Arthur Griffith
© Padraic Colum
And sorrow comes as on that August day,
With our ship cleaving through the seas for home,
And that news coming sparkling through the air,
That you were dead, and that we'd never see you
Looking upon the state that you had builded.
Sequel to Grandfather's Clock
© Henry Clay Work
Grandfather sleeps in his grave;
Strange steps resound in the hall!
And there's that vain, stuck-up thing
(tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick),
There's that vain, stuck-up thing on the wall.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Love's Immortality
Ode, written 1739
© William Shenstone
Urit spes animi credula mutui.-Hor.
Imitation.
Fond hope of a reciprocal desire
Inflames the breast.
The Shallow Heart!
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"PITY her," say'st thou, "pity her!" nay, not I!
Her heart is shallow as yon garrulous rill
That froths o'er pebbles: grief, true grief is still,
Deathfully solemn as eternity
The Alchemist: Prologue
© Benjamin Jonson
Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours,
We wish away, both for your sakes and ours,
The New Year
© Madison Julius Cawein
Lift up thy torch, O Year, and let us see
What Destiny
Hath made thee heir to at nativity!
The Usurpation
© Abraham Cowley
Thou 'adst to my soul no title or pretence;
I was mine own, and free,
From The Building of the Ship
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Republic
THOU, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Paradise Regain'd : Book IV.
© John Milton
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric
The Inquisitive Mans Dream
© Charles Baudelaire
Á Nadar
Do you know, as I do, delicious sadness
and make others say of you: Strange man!
- I was dying. In my soul, singular illness,
