Hope poems
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The Bloom of Life, fading in a happy Death.
© Mather Byles
I.
Great GOD, how frail a Thing is Man!
How swift his Minutes pass!
His Age contracts within a Span;
He blooms and dies like Grass.
To A Cathedral Tower: On The Evening Of The Thirty-Fifth Anniversay of Waterloo
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
And since thou art no older, 'tis to-day!
And I, entranced,-with the wide sense of gods
Hellas: A Lyrical Drama
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The curtain of the Universe
Is rent and shattered,
The splendour-wingèd worlds disperse
Like wild doves scattered.
Rose The Red And White Lily
© Andrew Lang
O Rose the Red and White Lilly,
Their mother dear was dead,
And their father married an ill woman,
Wishd them twa little guede.
A Last Request
© Alfred Austin
Let not the roses lie
Too thickly tangled round my tomb,
Lest fleecy clouds that skim the summer sky,
Flinging their faint soft shadows, pass it by,
And know not over whom.
The Little Dog
© Jean de La Fontaine
'TWOULD endless prove, and nothing would avail,
Each lover's pain minutely to detail:
Their arts and wiles; enough 'twill be no doubt,
To say the lady's heart was found so stout,
She let them sigh their precious hours away,
And scarcely seemed emotion to betray.
Lines Written Beneath A Picture
© George Gordon Byron
Dear object of defeated care!
Though now of Love and thee bereft,
To reconcile me with despair,
Thing image and any tears are left.
Trees And The Menace Of Night
© William Ernest Henley
Thro' the trees in the strange dead night,
Under the vast dead sky,
Forgetting and forgot, a drift of Dead
Sets to the mystic mere, the phantom fell,
And the unimagined vastitudes beyond.
What Think Ye Of Christ?
© John Newton
What think you of Christ? is the test
To try both your state and your scheme;
Lars
© Celia Thaxter
"Tell us a story of these Isles," they said,
The daughters of the West, whose eyes had seen
For the first time the circling sea, instead
Of the blown prairie's waves of grassy green:
A Billet Doux
© George Moses Horton
My brightest hopes are mix'd with tears,
Like hues of light and gloom;
As when mid sun-shine rain appears,
Love rises with a thousand fears,
Wrestling
© John Crowe Ransom
AT last came threshing-time, the manly season.
We kept the thresher thundering by daylight,
Untitled Poem - III
© Alan Dugan
Why feel guilty because the death of a lover causes lust?
It is only an animal urge to perpetuate the species,
Italy : 18. The Brides Of Venice
© Samuel Rogers
It was St. Mary's Eve, and all poured forth
As to some grand solemnity. The fisher
Came from his islet, bringing o'er the waves
His wife and little one; the husbandman
Memory's Mansion
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,
And I wander about them at will;
Book Tenth {Residence in France continued]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a beautiful and silent day
That overspread the countenance of earth,
