Hope poems
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Faith
© Frances Anne Kemble
Better trust all and be deceived,
And weep that trust and that deceiving,
Than doubt one heart that, if believed,
Had blessed one's life with true believing.
Aspasia
© Giacomo Leopardi
At times thy image to my mind returns,
Aspasia. In the crowded streets it gleams
An Interlude
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
IN the greenest growth of the Maytime,
I rode where the woods were wet,
Between the dawn and the daytime;
The spring was glad that we met.
Victory
© Alfred Noyes
I.
Before those golden altar-lights we stood,
Each one of us remembering his own dead.
A more than earthly beauty seemed to brood
On that hushed throng, and bless each bending head.
A Dream Of Sunshine
© Eugene Field
I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways
Which people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--
To Mrs. Ward. By The Same.
© Mary Barber
O thou, my beauteous, ever tender Friend,
Thou, on whom all my worldly Joys depend,
Accept these Numbers; and with Pleasure hear
Unstudy'd Truth, which few, alas! can bear;
While conscious Virtue takes the Muse's Part,
Glows on thy Cheek, and warms thy gen'rous Heart.
The Travail Of Passion
© William Butler Yeats
WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
Phyllis
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Lo atrevido de un pincel,
Filis, dio a mi pluma alientos:
que tan gloriosa desgracia
más causa corrió que miedo.
Reality
© Emma Lazarus
These things alone endure;
"They are the solid facts," that we may grasp,
Leading us on and upward if we clasp
And hold them firm and sure.
Love Nursed By Solitude. By W. I. Thomson, Edinburgh
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
AY, surely it is here that Love should come,
And find, (if he may find on earth), a home;
Here cast off all the sorrow and the shame
That cling like shadows to his very name.
Custer: Book Third
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Were every red man slaughtered in a day,
Still would that sacrifice but poorly pay
For one insulted woman captive's woes.
The Offering
© Edith Nesbit
What will you give me for this heart of mine,
No heart of gold, and yet my dearest treasure?
It has its graces, it can ache and pine,
Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots
© William Wordsworth
SMILE of the Moon!--for I so name
That silent greeting from above;
The Death Of The Poor
© Charles Baudelaire
It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:
the goal of life and the only hope we have,
like an elixir, rousing, intoxicating, giving
the strength to march on towards the grave:
A Thing Of Beauty
© John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Don Juan: Canto The Tenth
© George Gordon Byron
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation--
'Tambaroora Jim'
© Henry Lawson
When people said that loafers took the profit from his pub,
Hed ask them how they thought a chap could do without his grub;
Hed say, Ive gone for days myself without a bite or sup
Oh! Ive been through the mill and know what tis to be hard-up.
He might have made his fortune, but he wasnt in the swim,
For no one had a softer heart than Tambaroora Jim.
Book Third [Residence at Cambridge]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a dreary morning when the wheels
Rolled over a wide plain o'erhung with clouds,
And nothing cheered our way till first we saw
The long-roofed chapel of King's College lift
Turrets and pinnacles in answering files,
Extended high above a dusky grove.
