Hope poems
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On Sanazar's Being Honoured With Six hundred Duckets By The
© Richard Lovelace
Twas a blith prince exchang'd five hundred crowns
For a fair turnip. Dig, dig on, O clowns
But how this comes about, Fates, can you tell,
This more then Maid of Meurs, this miracle?
Hebe
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
YOUTH! thou art a lovely time,
With thy wild and dreaming eyes;
Looking onwards to their prime,
Coloured by their April skies,
Yet I do not wish for thee,
Pass, oh! quickly pass from me.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
'Twas thus with my Natalia, suppliant soul,
Who loved young Adrian to her heart's despite,
And loved him dearly, yet could not cajole
Her fears of ill nor use her woman's right
A Child's Evening Prayer
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers to say:
O God! preserve my mother dear
In strength and health for many a year;
The Forester
© Madison Julius Cawein
I met him here at Ammendorf one Spring.
It was the end of April and the Harz,
To a Child Blowing Bubbles
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled
Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs:
Ah! that once more I were a careless child! ~ COLERIDGE.
The Field Of The Grounded Arms, Saratoga
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
STRANGERS! your eyes are on that valley fixed
Intently, as we gaze on vacancy,
When the mind's wings overspread
The spirit-world of dreams.
The Anchor
© Charles Harpur
In some famed bay of battle when tis plunged with sullen roar,
In the Nile, In Navarino, or by Danish Elsinore,
How deep there shall its slumbers be beneath the sounding waves,
Amid the bones of gallant tars in glorys watery graves.
France--December 1870
© George Meredith
Henceforth of her the Gods are known,
Open to them her breast is laid.
Inveterate of brain, heart-valiant,
Never did fairer creature pant
Before the altar and the blade!
XV: To Heaven
© Benjamin Jonson
Good, and great God, can I not think of thee,
But it must, straight, my melancholy bee?
"O Wondrous dreamer, with thy power divine,"
© John Bunyan
O Wondrous dreamer, with thy power divine,
How all our pilgrim-life thy dream hath told
The Flight Of The Wild Geese
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Wrapt in the darkness of the night,
Gathering in silence on the shore,
The Pilgrim
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THROUGH deepening dust and dreary dearth
I walk the darkened wastes of earth,
A weary pilgrim sore beset,
By hopeless griefs and stern regret.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A heritage for ever. Such a sleep
Came upon Adrian and such a dream,
As in the shade he lay a weary heap.
For, while he rested, still it seemed to him
Fling Out The Anti Slavery Flag
© Anonymous
Fling out the Anti-slavery flag
On every swelling breeze;
The Ten Lepers
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Neath the olives of Samaria, in far-famed Galilee,
Where dark green vines are mirrored in a placid silver sea,
Mid scenes of tranquil beauty, glowing sun-sets, rosy dawn,
The Master and disciples to the city journeyed on.
I Loved Thee
© Alexander Pushkin
I loved thee; and perchance until this moment
Within my breast is smouldering still the fire!
Yet I would spare thy pain the least renewal,
Nothing shall rouse again the old desire!
"I cant prevent myself from singing"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Mercy, my lady, who knows all things!
All goodness and everything worth having
Are yours: more than any woman living.
Help me, now, it is in your giving!
To Carmen Sylva
© Emma Lazarus
Oh, that the golden lyre divine
Whence David smote flame-tones were mine!
Hope
© Gamaliel Bradford
When I was a little boy,
I followed hope and slighted joy.
Now my wit has larger scope,
I clutch at joy and heed not hope.
