Hope poems
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To the King's Most Excellent Majesty, 1768
© Phillis Wheatley
Your subjects hope, dread Sire-
The crown upon your brows may flourish long,
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Stratton Water
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O HAVE you seen the Stratton flood
That's great with rain to-day?
From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu
© Pablo Neruda
Rise up to be born with me, brother.
Give me your hand from the deep
Zone seeded by your sorrow.
You wont return from under the rocks.
Love's Apparition and Evanishment: An Allegoric Romance
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Like a lone Arab, old and blind,
Some caravan had left behind,
The Ram
© Franz Werfel
You've inherited the great ram's features,
The black-wooled one that bred with Jacob's herds.
You found yourself enough in the desert,
On the thistleweed that bent in the wind.
Letters From A Man In Solitary
© Nazim Hikmet
1
I carved your name on my watchband
with my fingernail.
Where I am, you know,
Twenty-Fourth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,
Nor e'en the tenderest heart, and next our own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh?
It's This Way
© Nazim Hikmet
It's this way:
being captured is beside the point,
the point is not to surrender.
The Door of Hope
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
The president has thus disclosed
In words his noblest plan:
"The door of hope shall not be closed
Upon the Negro man.
Hope A-Left Behind
© William Barnes
Don't try to win a maïden's heart,
To leäve her in her love,--'tis wrong:
The Spirit Of Wine
© William Ernest Henley
The Spirit of Wine
Sang in my glass, and I listened
With love to his odorous music,
His flushed and magnificent song.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Give me thy soul, Juliet, give me thy soul!
I am a bitter sea, which drinketh in
The sweetness of all waters, and so thine.
The Lapse of Time
© William Cullen Bryant
Lament who will, in fruitless tears,
The speed with which our moments fly;
I sigh not over vanished years,
But watch the years that hasten by.
Sister M. B.s Arrival In Montreal , 1654.
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
It is now two hundred years and more
Since first set foot on Canadian shore
That saint-like heroine, fair and pure,
Prepared all things for Christ to endure;
Resigning rank and kindred ties,
And her sunny home neath Frances skies.
Ambition
© Madison Julius Cawein
Now to my lips lift then some opiate
Of black forgetfulness! while in thy gaze
Acon and Rhodope
© Walter Savage Landor
Fathers have given life, but virgin heart
They never gave; and dare they then control
Or check it harshly? dare they break a bond
Girt round it by the holiest Power on high?
