Hope poems
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Sonnet 66: And Do I See Some Cause
© Sir Philip Sidney
And do I see some cause a hope to feed,
Or doth the tedious burden of long woe
In weaken'd minds, quick apprehension breed,
Of every image which may comfort show?
Paradise Lost : Book VIII.
© John Milton
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he a while
In Sickness
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Jesus, since I with thee am one,
Confirm my soul in thee,
And still continue to tread down
The man of sin in me.
Where The Pelican Builds
© Mary Hannay Foott
The horses were ready,
The rails were down,
But the riders lingered still
One had a parting word to say
And one had his pipe to fill
One Life
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
OH, I am hurt to death, my Love;
The shafts of Fate have pierced my striving heart,
The Lady of the Lake: Canto I. - The Chase
© Sir Walter Scott
Introduction.
Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung
Wenn Ich, Beseligt
© Heinrich Heine
When Im made happy by lovely kisses,
Lying so sweetly in your arms prisons,
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Second
© William Wordsworth
THE Harp in lowliness obeyed;
And first we sang of the greenwood shade
And a solitary Maid;
Beginning, where the song must end,
The Hymn of the Socialists
© Henry Lawson
By the rights that were always ours the rights that we neer enjoyed,
And the gloomy cloud that lowers on the brow of the unemployed;
By the struggling mothers and wives by girls in the streets of sin
We swear to strike when the time arrives, for our kind and our kith and kin!
Enoch Arden
© Alfred Tennyson
At length she spoke `O Enoch, you are wise;
And yet for all your wisdom well know I
That I shall look upon your face no more.'
Princeton, May, 1917
© Alfred Noyes
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe,
And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,
Looked through the ages; then, with eyes aglow,
Laid them to wait that future, side by side.
Could Hope inspect her Basis
© Emily Dickinson
Could Hope inspect her Basis
Her Craft were done --
Has a fictitious Charter
Or it has none --
Lullaby
© Dorothy Parker
Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you;
Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams.
A Day's Ride
© Anonymous
Bold are the mounted robbers who on stolen horses ride
And bold the mounted troopers who patrol the Sydney side;
But few of them, though flash they be, can ride, and few can fight
As Walker did, for life and death, with Ward the other night.
The Flood of Years
© William Cullen Bryant
A MIGHTY Hand, from an exhaustless Urn,
Pours forth the never-ending Flood of Years,
Stars and the Soul
© Henry Van Dyke
"Two things," the wise man said, "fill me with awe:
The starry heavens and the moral law."
Nay, add another wonder to thy roll, -
The living marvel of the human soul!
