Hope poems
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Naples 1860
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I GIVE thee joy!I know to thee
The dearest spot on earth must be
Where sleeps thy loved one by the summer sea;
Sir Walter Scott
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
DEAD!it was like a thunderbolt
To hear that he was dead;
Though for long weeks the words of fear
Came from his dying bed;
Yet hope denied, and would deny
We did not think that he could die.
A Brother In Need
© Henrik Johan Ibsen
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again,
With flag at half-mast flown,
The Stolen God--Lazarus To Dives
© Edith Nesbit
We do not clamour for vengeance,
We do not whine for fear;
Earth
© William Cullen Bryant
A midnight black with clouds is in the sky;
I seem to feel, upon my limbs, the weight
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto II
© Richard Savage
What scene of agony the garden brings;
The cup of gall; the suppliant king of kings!
The crown of thorns; the cross, that felt him die;
These, languid in the sketch, unfinish'd lie.
Sonnet XXX. Life And Death. 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
OR endless sleep 't will be, and that is rest,
Freedom forever from life's weary cares
Or else a life beyond the climbing stairs
And dizzy pinnacles of thought expressed
The Happy Shepherd
© Phineas Fletcher
Thrice, oh, thrice happy, shepherd's life and state!
When courts are happiness' unhappy pawns!
The Symbol
© James Hebblethwaite
Thus pass the glories of the world!
He lies beneath the palls white folds:
His sword is sheathed, his pennon furled,
Him silence holds.
Song Composed For Washington's Birthday
© Henry Timrod
A hundred years and more ago
A little child was born -
To-day, with pomp of martial show,
We hail his natal morn.
Aurora Leigh: Book Seventh
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I broke on Marian there. "Yet she herself,
A wife, I think, had scandals of her own,-
A lover not her husband."
The Origin Of Flattery
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WHEN Jove, in anger to the sons of the earth,
Bid artful Vulcan give Pandora birth,
And sent the fatal gift which spread below
O'er all the wretched race contagious woe,
A Voyager's Dream Of Land
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The hollow dash of waves!–the ceaseless roar!
Silence, ye billows! vex my soul no more.
The Banshee
© John Todhunter
She keens, and the strings of her wild harp shiver
On the gusts of night:
O'er the four waters she keens-over Moyle she keens,
O'er the Sea of Milith, and the Strait of Strongbow,
And the Ocean of Columbus.
Recollections Of A Dreamland
© James Clerk Maxwell
Rouse ye! torpid daylight-dreamers, cast your carking cares away!
As calm air to troubled water, so my night is to your day;
All the dreary day you labour, groping after common sense,
And your eyes ye will not open on the night's magnificence.
Ye would scow were I to tell you how a guiding radiance gleams
On the outer world of action from my inner world of dreams.
The Pleasures of Memory - Part II.
© Samuel Rogers
Sweet Memory, wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail,
To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours.
Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
Ode on the Poetical Character
© William Taylor Collins
As once, if not with light regard,
I read aright that gifted bard,
The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak
© Archibald MacLeish
The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
Tannhauser
© Emma Lazarus
Far into Wartburg, through all Italy,
In every town the Pope sent messengers,
Riding in furious haste; among them, one
Who bore a branch of dry wood burst in bloom;
The pastoral rod had borne green shoots of spring,
And leaf and blossom. God is merciful.
From The Italian Of Michael Angelo
© William Wordsworth
YES! hope may with my strong desire keep pace,
And I be undeluded, unbetrayed;
For if of our affections none finds grace
In sight of Heaven, then, wherefore hath God made
