Hope poems
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On The Eve
© Bert Leston Taylor
Now fare they forth to battle,
And none for peace shall sue;
And ye who sneer and cavil --
They fight your battle, too.
Scoff if you will, but stand aside,
For there is work to do.
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 30
© Alfred Tennyson
With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A rainy cloud possess'd the earth,
And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.
Balloon
© John Kinsella
It didn’t happen in that order—
the endless growl of what will turn out to be
Gareth And Lynette
© Alfred Tennyson
To whom the mother said,
'True love, sweet son, had risked himself and climbed,
And handed down the golden treasure to him.'
A Dream Lies Dead
© Dorothy Parker
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
Hope
© Emily Jane Brontë
Hope was but a timid friend-
She sat without my grated den
Watching how my fate would tend
Even as selfish-hearted men.
The Country Clown
© John Trumbull
Bred in distant woods, the clown
Brings all his country airs to town;
Me-Stew
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I have nothing to put in my stew, you see,
Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea,
Sonnet XXXIX. Bayard Taylor.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
CAN one so strong in hope, so rich in bloom
That promised fruit of nobler worth than all
He yet had given, drop thus with sudden fall?
The busy brain no more its work resume?
God of the Open Air
© Henry Van Dyke
But One, but One,-ah, child most dear,
And perfect image of the Love Unseen,-
Walked every day in pastures green,
And all his life the quiet waters by,
Reading their beauty with a tranquil eye.
Sohrab and Rustum: An Episode
© Matthew Arnold
"Ferood, and ye, Persians and Tartars, hear!
Let there be truce between the hosts to-day.
But choose a champion from the Persian lords
To fight our champion Sohrab, man to man."
Sheoaks That Sigh When The Wind Is Still
© Henry Lawson
Why are the sheoaks forever sighing?
(Sheoaks that sigh when the wind is still)
Why are the dead hopes forever dying?
(Dead hopes that died and are with us still.)
As you make it and what you will.
Homeward Bound
© Sir Henry Newbolt
After long labouring in the windy ways,
On smooth and shining tides
Swiftly the great ship glides,
Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;
Northward she glides, and through the enchanted haze
Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last.
Ode To The Austrian Socialists
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Let us remember Karl Marx Hof, Goethe Hof,
The one called Matteoti and all the rest.
They were little cities built by people for people.
They were shelled by six-inch guns.
It is strange to go
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 16
© William Langland
"Now faire falle yow,' quod I tho, "for youre faire shewyng!
For Haukyns love the Actif Man evere I shal yow lovye.
On The Descent Into Hell Of Ezzelino Di Napoli
© Walter Savage Landor
Rejoice, ye nations! one is dead
By whom ten thousand hearts have bled.
Widows and orphans, raise your voice . .
One voice, ye prostrate peoples, raise
To God; to God alone be praise!
All dwellers upon earth, rejoice:
The Ghosts Petition
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'There's a footstep coming: look out and see,'
'The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;
No one cometh across the lea.'
Orinda To Lucasia Parting October 1661 At London
© Katherine Philips
Adieu dear object of my Loves excess,
And with thee all my hopes of happiness,
With the same fervent and unchanged heart
Which did its whole self once to thee impart,
My Last Farewell To Stirling
© Robert Burns
Nae lark in transport mounts the sky
Or leaves wi' early plaintive cry,
But I will bid a last good-bye,
My last farewell to Stirling O.
