Hope poems
/ page 214 of 439 /
177. Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair
© Robert Burns
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare,
Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave;
Th inconstant blast howld thro the darkning air,
And hollow whistled in the rocky cave.
For He Was a Jolly Good Fellow
© Henry Lawson
THEY CHEERED him from the wharfit was a glorious day:
His hand went to his scarfhis thoughts were far away.
Oh, he was Jolly Good, they sang it long and loud
The money lender stood unknown amongst the crowd.
Hed taken him aside, while trembling fit to fall,
No friendly eye espied the last farewell of all!
The Song Of The Negro Boatmen
© Anonymous
So sing our dusky gondoliers;
And with a secret pain,
And smiles that seem akin to tears,
We hear the wild refrain.
185. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water
© Robert Burns
MY lord, I know your noble ear
Woe neer assails in vain;
Emboldend thus, I beg youll hear
Your humble slave complain,
202. On the Death of Robert Dundas, Esq., of Arniston
© Robert Burns
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks
Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks;
Down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains,
The gathering floods burst oer the distant plains;
242. The Poets Progress
© Robert Burns
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,
The hornèd bull, tremendous, spurns the ground;
104. The Lament
© Robert Burns
O THOU pale orb that silent shines
While care-untroubled mortals sleep!
Thou seest a wretch who inly pines.
And wanders here to wail and weep!
218. SongTalk of him thats Far Awa
© Robert Burns
MUSING on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
Wearying heavn in warm devotion,
For his weal whereer he be.
417. SongBlythe hae I been on yon hill
© Robert Burns
BLYTHE hae I been on yon hill,
As the lambs before me;
Careless ilka thought and free,
As the breeze flew oer me;
Poppy And Mandragora
© Madison Julius Cawein
Let us go far from here!
Here there is sadness in the early year:
243. Elegy on the Year 1788
© Robert Burns
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn,
Een let them die-for that theyre born:
But oh! prodigious to reflec!
A Towmont, sirs, is gane to wreck!
142. Epistle to Major Logan
© Robert Burns
Nae mair at present can I measure,
An trowth my rhymin wares nae treasure;
But when in Ayr, some half-hours leisure,
Bet light, bet dark,
Sir Bard will do himself the pleasure
To call at Park.ROBERT BURNS.Mossgiel, 30th October, 1786.
136. PrayerO Thou Dread Power
© Robert Burns
O THOU dread Power, who reignst above,
I know thou wilt me hear,
When for this scene of peace and love,
I make this prayer sincere.
127. Stanzas on Naething
© Robert Burns
TO you, sir, this summons Ive sent,
Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing;
But if you demand what I want,
I honestly answer younaething.
55. The Twa Herds; or, The Holy Tulyie
© Robert Burns
Then Shaws an Drymples eloquence,
MGills close nervous excellence
MQuhaes pathetic manly sense,
An guid MMath,
Wi Smith, wha thro the heart can glance,
May a pack aff.
The Impossibility Conquered : Or, Love Your Neighbour As Yourself.
© Hannah More
Who loves himself to great excess,
You'll grant must love his neighbour less;
When self engrosses all the heart
How can another have a part?
Then if self-love most men enthrall,
A neighbour's share is none at all.
113. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
© Robert Burns
The Poet, some guid angel help him,
Or else, I fear, some ill ane skelp him!
He may do weel for a hes done yet,
But onlyhes no just begun yet.
South Carolina To The States Of The North
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LIFT these hands with iron fetters banded:
Beneath the scornful sunlight and cold stars
I rear my once imperial forehead branded
By alien shame's immedicable scars;
229. SongAnna, thy Charms
© Robert Burns
ANNA, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fated to despair!
