Hope poems
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Nature and Art For an Album
© John Henry Newman
"Man goeth forth" with reckless trust
Upon his wealth of mind,
As if in self a thing of dust
Creative skill might find;
He schemes and toils; stone, wood and ore
Subject or weapon of His power.
Babel
© Caroline Norton
KNOW ye in ages past that tower
By human hands built strong and high?
Arch over arch, with magic power,
Rose proudly each successive hour,
To reach the happy sky.
Hypotheses Hypochondriacae
© Charles Kingsley
And should she die, her grave should be
Upon the bare top of a sunny hill,
Windsor Forest
© Alexander Pope
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,
At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,
Book Second [School-Time Continued]
© William Wordsworth
THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavoured to retrace
Sonnet X.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
FORGIVE that thus the trumpet I have blown
You never sounded never cared to hear.
The world, I know, can give no smile or tear
To those whose story it has never known.
Don Juan: Canto The First
© George Gordon Byron
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Dirge Over A Nameless Grave
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By yon still river, where the wave
Is winding slow at evening's close,
The beech, upon a nameless grave,
Its sadly-moving shadow throws.
The Loss Is Not So Great
© Edgar Albert Guest
It is better as it is: I have failed but I can sleep;
Though the pit I now am in is very dark and deep
I can walk to-morrow's streets and can meet to-morrow's men
Unashamed to face their gaze as I go to work again.
Gaita Galaica (Bagpipes of Spain)
© Rubén Dario
Gaita galaica, que sabes cantar
lo que profundo y dulce nos es.
Dices de amor, y dices después
de un amargor como el de la mar.
1916 seen from 1921
© Edmund Blunden
Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,
I sit in solitude and only hear
The Poet Laberius
© Oliver Goldsmith
PART OF A PROLOGUE WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY THE POET LABERIUS
A ROMAN KNIGHT, WHOM CAESAR FORCED UPON THE STAGE
An Anniversary
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O LOVE, it is our wedding day!
This morn,--how swift the seasons flee!--
A virgin morn of cloudless May,
You gave your loyal hand to me,
Your dainty hand, clasped sweet and sure
As Love's sweet self, for evermore!
To Time
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Time, Time, who choosest
All in the end well;
Who severely refusest
Fames upon trumpets blown
Loud for a day, and alone
Makest truth to excel:
Despondency -- An Ode
© Robert Burns
Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,
A burden more than I can bear,
The Martial Courage Of A Day Is Vain
© William Wordsworth
THE martial courage of a day is vain,
An empty noise of death the battle's roar,
If vital hope be wanting to restore,
Or fortitude be wanting to sustain,
On The Future Of Poetry
© Henry Austin Dobson
Bards of the Future! you that come
With striding march, and roll of drum,
The Isle Of Voices
© Madison Julius Cawein
The wind blew free that morn that we,
High-hearted, sailed away;
Bound for Favonian islands blest,
Remote within the utmost West,
Beyond the golden day.
The Offering
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O love, in whose heart--murmured name
Is charm against life's endless wrong,
Since all the untuned world became
In you a song!
