Hope poems
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When Thou Hast Spent The Lingering Day
© George Gascoigne
WHEN thou hast spent the lingering day in pleasure and delght,
Or after toil and weary way, dost seek to rest at night,
A Prayer For Artemis
© Aeschylus
Though Zeus plan all things right,
Yet is his heart's desire full hard to trace;
Nathless in every place
Brightly it gleameth, e'en in darkest night,
Fraught with black fate to man's speech-gifted race.
Hippo's Hope
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
There once was a hippo who wanted to fly --
Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-ho.
So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky --
Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go.
Palinodia
© Charles Kingsley
Ye mountains, on whose torrent-furrowed slopes,
And bare and silent brows uplift to heaven,
I envied oft the soul which fills your wastes
Of pure and stern sublime, and still expanse
Unbroken by the petty incidents
Of noisy life: Oh hear me once again!
The Banner Of The Covenanters
© Caroline Norton
I.
HERE, where the rain-drops may not fall, the sunshine doth not play,
Where the unfelt and distant breeze in whispers dies away;
Here, where the stranger paces slow along the silent halls,
Anti-Thelyphthora. A Tale In Verse
© William Cowper
Airy del Castro was as bold a knight
As ever earned a lady's love in fight.
Paradiso (English)
© Dante Alighieri
The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.
From A Satire Written To King James I
© George Wither
Did I not know a great man's power and might
In spite of innocence can smother right,
The Axe-Helve
© Robert Frost
I've known ere now an interfering branch
Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me.
July The Fourth, 1917
© Edgar Albert Guest
Time was the cry went round the world:
America for freedom speaks,
The Spagnoletto. Act III
© Emma Lazarus
RIBERA (laying aside his brush).
So! I am weary. Luca, what 's o'clock?
Daphne
© George Meredith
Musing on the fate of Daphne,
Many feelings urged my breast,
For the God so keen desiring,
And the Nymph so deep distrest.
Like Him Who Great reports Of Tilth Rejects
© Charles Harpur
Like him who great reports of tilth rejects,
Because his own is a most barren field,
Is he who mans divinity suspects,
Because his own soul doth so little yield.
The Future
© John Gould Fletcher
After ten thousand centuries have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
Satan Absolved
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.
The Shepherd's Calendar - June
© John Clare
Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
An Epigram
© Oliver Goldsmith
Worried with debts and past all hopes of bail,
His pen he prostitutes t' avoid a gaol.
ROSCOM.
The Visionary Face
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I AM happy with her I love,
In a circle of charmed repose;
My soul leaps up to follow her feet
Wherever my darling goes;
