Hope poems
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The Nurse-Life Wheat
© Fulke Greville
THE nurse-life wheat, within his green husk growing,
Flatters our hope and tickles our desire,
Nature's true riches in sweet beauties showing,
Which set all hearts with lobor's love on fire.
The Wrongs Of Africa: Part The Second
© William Roscoe
FAIR is this fertile spot, which God assign'd
As man's terrestrial home; where every charm
Song.If those dark eyes
© Louisa Stuart Costello
If those dark eyes have gazed on me,
Unconscious of their power
The Bell-Founder Part I - Labour And Hope
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
In that land where the heaven-tinted pencil giveth shape to the
splendour of dreams,
Near Florence, the fairest of cities, and Arno, the sweetest of streams,
'Neath those hills whence the race of the Geraldine wandered in ages
The Pines And The Sea
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Beyond the low marsh-meadows and the beach,
Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines,
Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth
© George Gordon Byron
I now mean to be serious;--it is time,
Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious.
Imelda
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
……………….Sometimes
The young forgot the lessons they had learnt,
And lov'd when they should hate, like thee, Imelda! ~ Italy, a Poem
Trust in Providence
© John Logan
Almighty Father of mankind,
On thee my hopes remain;
And when the day of trouble comes,
I shall not trust in vain.
The Tears of Old May Day
© John Logan
Led by the jocund train of vernal hours
And vernal airs, uprose the gentle May;
Blushing she rose, and blushing rose the flowers
That sprung spontaneous in her genial ray.
Aspiration
© Peter McArthur
HOW should I be the master of my ways
When every nerve is vibrant to the sweep
Soldiers To Pacifists
© Katharine Lee Bates
NOT ours to clamor shame on you,
Nor fling a bitter blame on you,
Psyche
© Robert Laurence Binyon
She is not fair, as some are fair,
Cold as the snow, as sunshine gay:
On her clear brow, come grief what may,
She suffers not too stern an air;
When Underneath the Brown Dead Grass
© Henry Kendall
When underneath the brown dead grass
My weary bones are laid,
A Dream Of Summer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Bland as the morning breath of June
The southwest breezes play;
The Suicides Grave
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
This is the scene of a man's despair, and a soul's release
From the difficult traits of the flesh; so, it seeking peace,
The Crusader's Return
© Sir Walter Scott
High deeds achieved of knightly fame,
From Palestine the champion came;
Ode to Health, 1730
© William Shenstone
O Health! capricious maid!
Why dost thou shun my peaceful bower,
Where I had hope to share thy power,
And bless thy lasting aid?
