Hope poems
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Storm On Lake Asquam
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw
On Carmel prophesying rain, began
To lift itself o'er wooded Cardigan,
Growing and blackening. Suddenly, a flaw
The Muses Threnodie: Second Muse
© Henry Adamson
Then thus, quod I, good Gall, I pray thee show,
For cleerly all antiquities yee know:
What mean these skonses, and these hollow trenches,
Throughout these fallow fields and yonder inches?
And these great heaps of stones like piramids,
Doubtless all these ye knew, that so much reads;
Miriam
© John Greenleaf Whittier
But over Akbar's brows the frown hung black,
And, turning to the eunuch at his back,
"Take them," he said, "and let the Jumna's waves
Hide both my shame and these accursed slaves!"
His loathly length the unsexed bondman bowed
"On my head be it!"
Sent To Mr. Haley, On Reading His Epistles On Epic Poetry
© Henry James Pye
What blooming garlands shall the Muses twine,
What verdant laurels weave, what flowers combine,
It Is You
© Paul Verlaine
It is you, it is you, poor better thoughts!
The needful hope, shame for the ancient blots,
A Poem Served To Order
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE Caliph ordered up his cook,
And, scowling with a fearful look
That meant,--We stand no gammon,--
"To-morrow, just at two," he said,
"Hassan, our cook, will lose his head,
Or serve us up a salmon."
Song: Cease, cease, Aminta, to complain
© Aphra Behn
CEASE, cease, Aminta, to complain,
Thy languishments give oer,
A Legend Of Brittany - Part Second
© James Russell Lowell
I
As one who, from the sunshine and the green,
The Inevitable
© Sarah Knowles Bolton
I LIKE the man who faces what he must
With step triumphant and a heart of cheer;
Sudden Joy
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O what magic shall compare
Of the fresh earth or bright air
To the joy that love around
My full heart so swift has wound,
Far beyond hope's trembling flight
Back recoiling in delight.
Upon the Late Storm
© Edmund Waller
[And Death of His Highness Ensuing the Same.]
We must resign! Heaven his great soul does claim
Mother and Daughter- Sonnet Sequence
© Augusta Davies Webster
Oh goddess head! Oh innocent brave eyes!
Oh curved and parted lips where smiles are rare
And sweetness ever! Oh smooth shadowy hair
Gathered around the silence of her brow!
Child, I'd needs love thy beauty stranger-wise:
And oh the beauty of it, being thou!
Supplication
© Edgar Lee Masters
Oh Lord, when all our bones are thrust
Beyond the gaze of all but Thine;
And these blaspheming tongues are dust
Which babbled of Thy name divine,
Clarification To My Poetry-Readers
© Nizar Qabbani
And of me say the fools:
I entered the lodges of women
The Solitarys Wine
© Charles Baudelaire
A flirtatious womans singular gaze
as she slithers towards you, like the white rays
the vibrant moon throws on the trembling sea
where she wishes to bathe her casual beauty,
Missing
© Katharine Tynan
He is "Missing," and forlorn
Drag her days in grief and pain.
Every morn a hope is born,
Only to be lost again.
Rural Elegance, An Ode to the Late Duchess of Somerset
© William Shenstone
While orient skies restore the day,
And dew-drops catch the lucid ray;
Amid the sprightly scenes of morn
Will aught the Muse inspire?
Oh! peace to yonder clamorous horn
That drowns the sacred lyre!
The Glen of Arrawatta
© Henry Kendall
A tale of Love and Death. And shall I say
A tale of love in deathfor all the patient eyes
That gathered darkness, watching for a son
And brother, never dreaming of the fate
The fearful fate he met alone, unknown,
Within the ruthless Australasian wastes?
The Conjunction Of Jupiter And Venus
© William Cullen Bryant
I would not always reason. The straight path
Wearies us with its never-varying lines,
