Hope poems
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The Columbiad: Book II
© Joel Barlow
High o'er his world as thus Columbus gazed,
And Hesper still the changing scene emblazed,
Round all the realms increasing lustre flew,
And raised new wonders to the Patriarch's view.
On A Picture
© Jean Ingelow
As a forlorn soul waiting by the Styx
Dimly expectant of lands yet more dim,
Might peer afraid where shadows change and mix
Till the dark ferryman shall come for him.
Night
© Arthur Symons
The night's held breath,
And the Stars' steady eyes:
Is it sleep, is it death,
In the earth, in the skies?
Hunger And Cold
© James Russell Lowell
Sisters two, all praise to you,
With your faces pinched and blue;
Evangeline: Part The Second. V.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,
All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom,
Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!"
Belshazzar. A Sacred Drama
© Hannah More
Persons of the Drama :--
Belshazzar, King of Babylon.
Nitocris, the Queen-Mother.
Courtiers, Astrologers, Parasites.
Daniel, the Jewish Prophet.
Captive Jews, &c. &c.
To A Lady
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Ah, Lady, if these verses glowed
Warmer than chill appreciation--
If they should lengthen to an "Ode
On Fascination--"
November
© John Payne
THE tale of wake is told; the stage is bare,
The curtain falls upon the ended play;
On The Death Of A Child
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Sweet flower! with flowers I strew thy narrow bed!
Sweets to the sweet! Farewell! ~ Shakespeare.
The Happy Days When I Wer Young
© William Barnes
O valley dear! I wish that I
'D a-liv'd in former times, to die
Wi' all the happy souls that trod
Thy turf in peäce, an' died to God;
Or gone wi' them that laugh'd an' zung
In happy days when I wer young!
The Ring And The Book - Chapter XII - The Book And The Ring
© Robert Browning
HERE were the end, had anything an end:
Thus, lit and launched, up and up roared and soared
The People, Yes
© Carl Sandburg
"I have not willingly planted a thorn
in any man's bosom."
I shall do nothing through malice: what
I deal with is too vast for malice."
Black Mousquetaire: A Legend Of France
© Richard Harris Barham
No triumphs flush that haughty brow,-
No proud exulting look is there,-
His eagle glance is humbled now,
As, earthward bent, in anxious care
It seeks the form whose stalwart pride
But yester-morn was by his side!
Book Fourth [Summer Vacation]
© William Wordsworth
BRIGHT was the summer's noon when quickening steps
Followed each other till a dreary moor
Ars Agricolaris
© Henry Van Dyke
An Ode for the Farmer's Dinner, University Club, New York, January 23, 1913
All hail, ye famous Farmers!
Remember--Forget
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
AND what shall be the song to-night,
If song there needs must be?
