Hope poems
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The Republic
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Night.
© Robert Crawford
The wings of Evening, spread like phantom sails
Athwart the waning west,
Now as the last thin streak of crimson fails,
Seem as with sleep possessed.
Recreation
© Jane Taylor
At last the tea came up, and so,
With that, our tongues began to go.
Now, in that house, you're sure of knowing
The smallest scrap of news that's going ;
We find it there the wisest way
To take some care of what we say.
Hot Afternoons Have Been in Montana
© Eli Siegel
Quiet and green was the grass of the field,
The sky was whole in brightness,
Do You Think That I Do Not Know?
© Henry Lawson
They say that I never have written of love,
As a writer of songs should do;
December
© John Payne
THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rime
And in the air a stillness as of death
Stanzas For Music: There's Not A Joy The World Can Give
© George Gordon Byron
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay;
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast,
But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Mirage
© Ada Cambridge
Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking,
That our horizon wears so strange a hue?
Is it but one more dream, or are we waking
To find that dreams, at last, are coming true?
From Anacreon
© George Gordon Byron
I wish to tune my quivering lyre
To deed of fame and notes of fire;
To echo, from its rising swell,
How heroes fought and nations fell,
Verses In Reply To An Invitation To Dinner At Dr. Baker's
© Oliver Goldsmith
'This 'is' a poem! This 'is' a copy of verses!'
YOUR mandate I got,
A Story Of Doom: Book II.
© Jean Ingelow
Now ere the sunrise, while the morning star
Hung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayed
Olney Hymn 67: Longing To Be With Christ
© William Cowper
To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
O bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to His throne!
Love Not
© Caroline Norton
LOVE not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay!
Hopes gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers
Margaret's Song
© Lascelles Abercrombie
Too soothe and mild your lowland airs
for one whose hope is gone:
I'm think of the little tarn,
Brown, very lone.
Under Sentence
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
PLACE--Scotland. TIME--Thirteenth Century.
OFF! off! no treacherous priest for me!
What's Heaven? what's Hell? Eternity!
It hath no meaning to mine ear.
The Avenue Of The Allies
© Alfred Noyes
This is the song of the wind as it came
Tossing the flags of the nations to flame:
Yarrow Revisited
© William Wordsworth
. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,
Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"
