Hope poems
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Thebais - Book One - part I
© Pablius Papinius Statius
Fraternal rage, the guilty Thebes alarms,
Th alternate reign destroyed by impious arms,
In Vain
© Rose Terry Cooke
PUT every tiny robe away!
The stitches all were set with tears,
Slow, tender drops of joys; to-day
Their rain would wither hopes or fears:
Bitter enough to daunt the moth
That longs to fret this dainty cloth.
Eclogue 6: To Varus
© Publius Vergilius Maro
First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
David
© Thomas Parnell
When e'er his flocks the lovely shepherd drove
To neighb'ring waters, to the neighb'ring grove;
To Jordan's flood refresh'd by cooling wind,
Or Cedron's brook to mossy banks confin'd,
In easy notes and guise of lowly swain,
'Twas thus he charm'd and taught the listning train.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I will release my soul of argument.
He that would love must follow with shut eyes.
My reason of the years was discontent,
My treasure for all hope a vain surmise.
Longing
© James Russell Lowell
Of all the myriad moods of mind
That through the soul come thronging,
Tale XV
© George Crabbe
transgress'd,
And while the anger kindled in his breast,
The pain must be endured that could not be
On Six Cambridge Lasses Bathing Themselves
© Thomas Randolph
When bashfull daylight now was gone
And night, that hides a blush, came on.
George Edmunds' Song
© Charles Dickens
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
The Columbiad: Book I
© Joel Barlow
Ah, lend thy friendly shroud to veil my sight,
That these pain'd eyes may dread no more the light;
These welcome shades shall close my instant doom,
And this drear mansion moulder to a tornb.
Prayer of St. Francis Xavier
© Alexander Pope
Thou art my God, sole object of my love;
Not for the hope of endless joys above;
Nor for the fear of endless pains below,
Which they who love thee not must undergo.
The Trees' Reflection In The Misty Stream
© Paul Verlaine
The trees' reflection in the misty stream
Dies off in livid steam;
Whilst up among the actual boughs, forlorn,
The tender wood-doves mourn.
The Ruined Cottage
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
None will dwell in that cottage; for, they say
Oppression reft it from an honest man,
Prayer to Our Lady of Paphos
© Sappho
Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughter of God,
snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you,
Comrades An Episode
© Robert Nichols
The silent sun over the earth held sway,
Occasional rifles cracked, and far away
A heedless speck, a 'plane, slid on alone
Like a fly traversing a cliff of stone.
The Barbarous Chief
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There was a kingdom known as the Mind,
A kingdom vast as fair,
"The Laughing Hours Before Her Feet"
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
The laughing Hours before her feet,
Are scattering spring-time roses,
Suffer Little Children, And Forbid Them Not, To Come Unto Me
© Charles Lamb
To Jesus our Saviour some parents presented
Their children-what fears and what hopes they must feel!
When this the disciples would fain have prevented,
Our Saviour reproved their unseasonable zeal.
The Legend Of St. Sophia Of Kioff
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A worthy priest he was and a stout
You've seldom looked on such a one;
For, though he fasted thrice in a week,
Yet nevertheless his skin was sleek;
His waist it spanned two yards about
And he weighed a score of stone.
