Hope poems
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Sonnet XLV. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FAREWELL, Aruna!--on whose varied shore
My early vows were paid to Nature's shrine,
When thoughtless joy, and infant hope were mine,
And whose lorn stream has heard me since deplore
Our Banker
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
OLD TIME, in whose bank we deposit our notes,
Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;
He keeps all his customers still in arrears
By lending them minutes and charging them years.
Lucasta Laughing
© Richard Lovelace
Heark, how she laughs aloud,
Although the world put on its shrowd:
A Fairy Tale In The Ancient English Style
© Thomas Parnell
In Britain's Isle and Arthur's days,
When Midnight Faeries daunc'd the Maze,
Pastorals
© George Meredith
How sweet on sunny afternoons,
For those who journey light and well,
To loiter up a hilly rise
Which hides the prospect far beyond,
And fancy all the landscape lying
Beautiful and still;
"O Lord, the hope of Israel"
© Henry Vaughan
O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that forsake
Thee shall be ashamed ; and they that depart from
Lord, Teach Us How to Pray Aright
© James Montgomery
Lord, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear;
Though dust and ashes in Thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22
© Alfred Tennyson
Who broke our fair companionship,
And spread his mantle dark and cold,
And wrapt thee formless in the fold,
And dull'd the murmur on thy lip,
Moses
© Thomas Parnell
Ile sing to God, Ile Sing ye songs of praise
To God triumphant in his wondrous ways,
To God whose glorys in the Seas excell,
Where the proud horse & prouder rider fell.
Given And Taken
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The snow-flakes were softly falling
Adown on the landscape white,
An Excellent New Song Being The Intended Speech Of A Famous Orator Against Peace
© Jonathan Swift
An orator dismal of Nottinghamshire,
Who has forty years let out his conscience to hire,
Out of zeal for his country, and want of a place,
Is come up, vi et armis, to break the queen's peace.
Aintree Calls!
© William Henry Ogilvie
Gallops when the dawn is breaking,
Foam upon the breastplates flaking,
To Italy
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
As the sunrise to the night,
As the north wind to the clouds,
As the earthquake's fiery flight,
Ruining mountain solitudes,
Everlasting Italy,
Be those hopes and fears on thee.
The Fall Of Richmond
© Frances Anne Kemble
Roll not a drumsend not a clarion note
Of haughty triumph to the silent sky!
Hope
© William Lisle Bowles
As one who, long by wasting sickness worn,
Weary has watched the lingering night, and heard
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 3.
© William Cowper
Eve. Adam, my best beloved!
My guardian and my guide!
Thou source of all my comfort, all my joy!
Thee, thee alone I wish,
And in these pleasing shades
Thee only have I sought.
Mustering Song
© Anonymous
The boss last night in the hut did say -
"We start to muster at break of day;
So be up first thing, and don't be slow;
Saddle your horses and off you go."
On Seeing Anthony, The Eldest Child Of Lord And Lady Ashley
© Caroline Norton
And seeing thee, thou lovely boy,
My soul, reproach'd, gave up its schemes
Of worldly triumph's heartless joy,
For purer and more sinless dreams,
And mingled in my farewell there
Something of blessing and of prayer.
Oscar Of Alva: A Tale
© George Gordon Byron
How sweetly shines through azure skies,
The lamp of heaven on Lora's shore;
Where Alva's hoary turrets rise,
And hear the din of arms no more!
