Hope poems
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Drops of his Heart's Blood
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I had not castled, and the time is gone.
What shall I play? Upon the chequered floor
Of Night and Day, Death won the game-forlorn
And careless now, Hafiz can lose no more.
A Reply To A Pessimist
© Alfred Austin
O beautiful bright world! for ever young,
And now with Wisdom grafted on thy Spring,
Arion To A Dolphin, On His Majesty's Passage Into England.
© Katherine Philips
Whom does this stately Navy bring?
O! tis Great Britain's Glorious King,
Convey him then, ye Winds and Seas,
Swift as Desire and calm as Peace.
Sonnet to Peace of Mind
© Helen Maria Williams
Sweet Peace! ah, lead me from the thorny dale,
Where desolate my wand'ring steps have fled;
Who Goes With Fergus?
© William Butler Yeats
WHO will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
Surprise Party
© Boris Vian
The turntable hacked up a melancholy blues
The air was heavy with dust and odors
Several zazous danced while holding to their hearts
Short girls with spasmodic behinds
The Poet To His Love
© Edith Nesbit
ALL the flight of thoughts here, shy, bold, scared, intrusive,
Fluttering in the sun, between the green and blue,
Wheeling, whirling, poising, lovely and elusive,
How to cage the flying thoughts, my winged delight, for you?
The Country Clergyman's Trip To Cambridge -- An Election Ballad
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
As I sate down to breakfast in state,
At my living of Tithing-cum-Boring,
The Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving
© Edgar Albert Guest
It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell
Upon the days of bygone years, the days I loved so well;
The Woman
© Harriet Monroe
Go sleep, my sweetierestrest!
Oh soft little hand on mother's breast!
Oh soft little lipsthe din's mos' gone-
Over and done, my dearie one!
Haying Before Storm
© Muriel Rukeyser
This sky is unmistakable. Not lurid, not low, not black.
Illuminated and bruise-color, limitless, to the noon
Full of its floods to come. Under it, field, wheels, and mountain,
The valley scattered with friends, gathering in
Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade
© William Ernest Henley
Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
Strange Fruit
© Robert Laurence Binyon
This year the grain is heavy--ripe;
The apple shows a ruddier stripe;
Never berries so profuse
Blackened with so sweet a juice
The Battle-Field
© William Cullen Bryant
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,
Were trampled by a hurrying crowd,
And fiery hearts and armed hands
Encountered in the battle cloud.
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 13
© William Langland
And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,
And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walke
Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Knowledge. Book I.
© Matthew Prior
But, O! ere yet original man was made,
Ere the foundations of this earth were laid,
It was opponent to our search ordain'd,
That joy still sought should never be attain'd:
This sad experience cites me to reveal,
And what I dictate is from what I feel.
