Poems begining by O
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On Being a Champion
© Mattie Stepanek
A Champion is a winner,
A hero...
Someone who never gives up
Even when the going gets rough.
On The Sale By Auction Of Keats' Love Letters
© Oscar Wilde
Is it not said that many years ago,
In a far Eastern town, some soldiers ran
With torches through the midnight, and began
To wrangle for mean raiment, and to throw
Dice for the garments of a wretched man,
Not knowing the God's wonder, or His woe?
On King Arthur's Round Table at Winchester
© Thomas Warton
Where Venta's Norman castle still uprears
Its rafter'd hall, that o'er the grassy foss,
Of Old Sat Freedom
© Alfred Tennyson
Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
She heard the torrents meet.
O that 'twere possible
© Alfred Tennyson
O THAT 'twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!...
O Fool
© Rabindranath Tagore
Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.
It is unholy---take not thy gifts through its unclean hands.
Accept only what is offered by sacred love.
Our Bog Is Dood
© Stevie Smith
Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood,
They lisped in accents mild,
But when I asked them to explain
They grew a little wild.
How do you know your Bog is dood
My darling little child?
Ozymandias of Egypt
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Our Whole Life
© Adrienne Rich
Trying to tell the doctor where it hurts
like the Algerian
who waled form his village, burning
Orion
© Adrienne Rich
Far back when I went zig-zagging
through tamarack pastures
you were my genius, you
my cast-iron Viking, my helmed
lion-heart king in prison.
Years later now you're young
O My Native Land(English translation of Urdu poem"Aie Watan")
© Tanwir Phool
O my native land !
O my native land !
Far better than a garden
Is your dust and sand
On the Welch Language
© Katherine Philips
If honor to an ancient name be due,
Or riches challenge it for one that's new,
Ode of Ricardo Reis
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
To be great, be whole: nothing
Yours exaggerate nor delete.
Overheard on a Saltmarsh
© Harold Monro
They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.
Opening the Moorish Grate
© José Martí
Opening the moorish grate
To lean upon the wet sill,
Pale as the moon, and so still,
A lover ponders his fate.
Once I was sailing for fun (Simple Verses XII)
© José Martí
Once I was sailing for fun
On a lake of great allure,
Like gold the sun shone so pure,
And my soul more than the sun.
On Frozen Fields
© Galway Kinnell
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You in whose ultimate madness we live,
You flinging yourself out into the emptiness,
You - like us - great an instant,
Of All The Ships
© Mihai Eminescu
Of all the ships the ocean rolls
How many find untimely graves
Piled high by you upon the shoals,
O waves and winds, o winds and waves?
O Mother...
© Mihai Eminescu
O mother, darling mother, lost in time's formless haze
Amidst the leaves' sweet rustle you call my name always;
Amidst their fluttering murmur above your sacred grave
I hear you softly whisper whene'er the branches wave;
While o'er your tomb the willows their autumn raiment heap...
For ever wave the branches, and you for ever sleep.
