Hope poems
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© Emily Jane Brontë
Well, some may hate, and some may scorn,
And some may quite forget thy name;
Pygmalion And The Statue
© Ovid
PYGMALION loathing their lascivious Life,
Abhorred all Womankind, but most a Wife:
To Imagination
© Emily Jane Brontë
When weary with the long day's care,
And earthly change from pain to pain,
And lost, and ready to despair,
Thy kind voice calls me back again:
Oh, my true friend! I am not lone,
While then canst speak with such a tone!
Jetsam
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BESIDE the coast for many a rood
Were fragments of a shipwreck strewn;
And there in sad and sombre mood
I walked the sands alone.
Over the Hills and Far Away
© William Ernest Henley
Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
Lines. "'Tis all in vain, it may not last"
© Frances Anne Kemble
'Tis all in vain, it may not last,
The sickly sunlight dies away,
Fifth Sunday In Lent
© John Keble
The historic Muse, from age to age,
Through many a waste heart-sickening page
Hath traced the works of Man:
But a celestial call to-day
Stays her, like Moses, on her way,
The works of God to scan.
Weary
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Here, in the silent churchyard, 'mid a thousand dead, alone,
Weary I sit for a moment clasping this cross of stone,
Preparatory Meditations - Second Series: 3
© Edward Taylor
Like to the marigold, I blushing close
My golden blossoms when Thy sun goes down:
Moist'ning my leaves with dewy sighs, half froze
By the nocturnal cold, that hoars my crown.
Mine apples ashes are in apple-shells
And dirty too: strange and bewitching spells!
Explanation Of An Ancient Woodcut
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Soon as the spring-sun meets his view,
Repose begets him labour anew;
He feels that he holds within his brain
A little world, that broods there amain,
And that begins to act and to live,
Which he to others would gladly give.
Sonnet 143: "Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch..."
© William Shakespeare
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
The Conversation Of Eiros And Charmion
© Edgar Allan Poe
Dreams are with us no more;but of these mysteries
anon. I rejoice to see you looking life-like and rational.
The film of the shadow has already passed from off your
eyes. Be of heart, and fear nothing. Your allotted days of
stupor have expired, and to-morrow I will myself induct you
into the full joys and wonders of your novel existence.
The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154)
© William Shakespeare
CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
The Canary Bird
© Jones Very
I cannot hear thy voice with others ears,
Who make of thy lost liberty a gain;
The Tower of the Dream
© Charles Harpur
But not thus always are our dreams benign;
Oft are they miscreationsgloomier worlds,
Crowded tempestuously with wrongs and fears,
More ghastly than the actual ever knew,
And rent with racking noises, such as should
Go thundering only through the wastes of hell.
The Charnel Rose: A Symphony
© Conrad Aiken
And a silent star slipped golden down the darkness,
Down the great wall, leaving no trace in the sky,
And years went with it, and worlds. And he dreamed still
Of a fleeter shadow among the shadows running,
Foam into foam, without a gesture or cry,
Leaving him there, alone, on a lonely hill.
