Hope poems

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Mrs. Effingham's Swan Song

© Muriel Stuart

I am growing old: I have kept youth too long,

But I dare not let them know it now.

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What Would It Be?

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Now what were the words of Jesus,

And what would He pause and say,

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Assassination

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

O BLINDED readers of the scroll of time,
Think ye that freedom yields her hand to crime?
Or the fair whiteness of her virginal bud
Of heavenly hope, would desecrate with blood?

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 02

© Torquato Tasso

XI

But when the angry king discovered not

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The Creatures In The Lord's Hands

© John Newton

The water stood like walls of brass,
To let the sons of Israel pass;
And from the rock in rivers burst
At Moses' prayer to quench their thirst.

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Stella’s Birth-Day.1719-20

© Jonathan Swift

All travellers at first incline

Where'er they see the fairest sign

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Mountain Pictures

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I. FRANCONIA FROM THE PEMIGEWASSET

Once more, O Mountains of the North, unveil

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First Sunday After Christmas

© John Keble

'Tis true, of old the unchanging sun
  His daily course refused to run,
  The pale moon hurrying to the west
  Paused at a mortal's call, to aid
  The avenging storm of war, that laid
Seven guilty realms at once on earth's defiled breast.

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The Task: Book III. -- The Garden

© William Cowper

As one who, long in thickets and in brakes

Entangled, winds now this way and now that

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King Seuen On The Occasion Of A Great Drought

© Confucius

Grand shone the Milky Way on high,

  With brilliant span athwart the sky,

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A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - January

© George MacDonald

1.

LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,

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Earth

© John Hall Wheelock

Yea, and this, my poem, too,
Is part of her as dust and dew,
Wherein herself she doth declare
Through my lips, and say her prayer.

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Dante At Verona

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Behold, even I, even I am Beatrice.

(Div. Com. Purg. xxx.)

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The Story Of Glaucus The Thessalian

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

Up to the deep founts of the tenderest eyes
That e'er have shone, I think, since in some dell
Of Argos and enchanted Thessaly,
The poet, from whose heart-lit brain it came,
Murmured this record unto her he loved?

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Il Cinque Maggio (English)

© Alessandro Manzoni

HE was -- As motionless as lay,

First mingled with the dead,

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The Abencerrage : Canto I.

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,
Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;
And with the murmur of thy fountain-falls,
Blend the wild tones of minstrelsy no more.

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The Gadder

© Bert Leston Taylor

Among the folks who write me,
  From Frisco to Cape Ann,
Is one from whom I often hear,
And whom, I hope, I sometimes cheer --
  The pleasant Traveling Man.

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A Garden Idyl

© George Meredith

Next day was told what deeds of night
Were done; the web had vanished quite;
With it the strange opposing pair;
And listless waved on vacant air,
For her adieu to heart's content,
A solitary filament.

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Written After Leaving Her At New Burns

© William Cowper

How quick the change from joy to woe!

How chequered is our lot below!

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Under The Old Elm

© James Russell Lowell

Placid completeness, life without a fall
From faith or highest aims, truth's breachless wall, 
Surely if any fame can bear the touch,
His will say 'Here!' at the last trumpet's call,
The unexpressive man whose life expressed so much.