Hope poems
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On The Dedication Of Dorothy Hall
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Not to the midnight of the gloomy past,
Do we revert to-day; we look upon
The golden present and the future vast
Whose vistas show us visions of the dawn.
An Epicedium
© Alaric Alexander Watts
HE left his home with a bounding heart,
For the world was all before him;
The Living Lost
© William Cullen Bryant
Weep, ye who sorrow for the dead,
Thus breaking hearts their pain relieve;
And graceful are the tears ye shed,
And honoured ye who grieve.
Lines Left Upon The Seat Of A Yew-Tree,
© William Wordsworth
which stands near the lake of Esthwaite, on a desolate part of the shore, commanding a beautiful prospect.
NAY, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
Far from all human dwelling: what if here
No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb?
227. Verses on Friars Carse Hermitage (First Version)
© Robert Burns
THOU whom chance may hither lead,
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deckt in silken stole,
Grave these maxims on thy soul.
188. SongStrathallans Lament
© Robert Burns
THICKEST 1 night, oerhang my dwelling!
Howling tempests, oer me rave!
Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,
Roaring by my lonely cave!
The First Part: Sonnet 4 - Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains,
© William Henry Drummond
Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains,
Sweet are my wounds, although they deeply smart,
The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage
© Sir Walter Raleigh
Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
90. Epistle to James Smith
© Robert Burns
Whilst Ibut I shall haud me there,
Wi you Ill scarce gang ony where
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
But quat my sang,
Content wi you to mak a pair.
Whareer I gang.
176. On the Death of John MLeod, Esq.
© Robert Burns
SAD thy tale, thou idle page,
And rueful thy alarms:
Death tears the brother of her love
From Isabellas arms.
Garden Street
© Roderic Quinn
LONG and drowsy and white and wide,
Villas and arbours on either side,
Pleasant under the cloudless skies,
Garden Street in the sunlight lies.
Christian Exaltation
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Yea! what hast thou to do with gloom,
Whose footsteps spurn the conquered tomb?
Thou that through dreariest dark can see
A smiling immortality?
Spring Song To Ireland
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more!
The night has passed and the dawn is here,
By the Window
© Edward Dowden
STILL deep into the West I gazed; the light
Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird
531. SongTwas na her bonie blue ee
© Robert Burns
TWAS na her bonie blue ee was my ruin,
Fair tho she be, that was neer my undoin;
Twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us,
Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o kindness:
Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o kindness.
Sonnet. "Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn
O'er joys that God hath for a season lent,
436. SongDeluded swain, the pleasure
© Robert Burns
DELUDED swain, the pleasure
The fickle Fair can give thee,
Is but a fairy treasure,
Thy hopes will soon deceive thee:
When Poor In All But Hope And Love
© Caroline Norton
WHEN, poor in all but hope and love,
I clasped thee to my faithful heart;
