Hope poems
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Bibliolatres
© James Russell Lowell
Bowing thyself in dust before a Book,
And thinking the great God is thine alone,
Verses by Lady Geralda
© Anne Brontë
Its sound was music then to me;
Its wild and lofty voice
Made by heart beat exultingly
And my whole soul rejoice.
Fragment XI
© James Macpherson
The boat is broken in twain by the
waves. Armor plunges into the sea, to
rescue his Daura or die. Sudden a blast
from the hill comes over the waves.
He sunk, and he rose no more.
The Pilgrim of Life.
© Caroline Norton
PILGRIM, who toilest up life's weary steep,
To reach the summit still with pleasure crowned;
Ghazal 314
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
You who are not kept anxiously awake for love's sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
Love's place is out beyond the many separate sects;
A Wreath Of Sonnets (13/14)
© France Preseren
Send but your rays their glory to renew
And let me not look for dawn's light in vain
In your dear face, to hold back night's domain
And calm the wildest storms that ever blew.
Conference Between Christ, The Saints, And The Soul
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I am pale with sick desire,
For my heart is far away
The Defenders
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Leave me my dreams, and I shall not repine;
Youth's eager hours, love's restless holiday.
Fata Morgana
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A blue-eyed phantom far before
Is laughing, leaping toward the sun:
Like lead I chase it evermore,
I pant and run.
The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades
© George Meredith
He tells it, who knew the law
Upon mortals: he stood alive
Declaring that this he saw:
He could see, and survive.
Marketplace Report
© Julie Hill Alger
January 23, 1991
The new war is a week old.
Bombs fall on Baghdad,
missiles on Tel Aviv.
St. George
© Emile Verhaeren
Opening the mists on a sudden through,
An Avenue!
Then, all one ferment of varied gold,
With foam of plumes where the chamfrom bends
Round his horse's head, that no bit doth hold,
St. George descends!
The Sailor Boy to His Lass
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I go away this blessed day,
To sail across the sea, MATILDA!
My Soul Is Dark
© George Gordon Byron
My soul is dark--Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
The Child Of The Islands - Opening
© Caroline Norton
I.
OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth,
What joy is welcomed like a new-born child?
What life so wretched, but that, at its birth,
St. Philip And St. James
© John Keble
Dear is the morning gale of spring,
And dear th' autumnal eve;
But few delights can summer bring
A Poet's crown to weave.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius
© Robert Browning
Thus
Would I defend the step,were the thing true
Which is a fable,see my former speech,
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.
