Poems begining by O
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On Himself
© John Donne
My fortune and my choice this custom break,
When we are speechless grown to make stones speak.
Outgrown
© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr
Nay, you wrong her my friend, she's not fickle; her love she has simply outgrown:
One can read the whole matter, translating her heart by the light of one's own.
On Hearing Of A Death
© Rainer Maria Rilke
We lack all knowledge of this parting. Death
does not deal with us. We have no reason
to show death admiration, love or hate;
his mask of feigned tragic lament gives us
On Fayrford Windowes
© William Strode
I know no paynt of poetry
Can mend such colourd Imag'ry
In sullen inke: yet Fayrford, I
May relish thy fayre memory.
On One Stone Shall Be Seven Eyes
© John Newton
Jesus Christ, the Lord's anointed,
Who his blood for sinners spilt;
Is the Stone by God appointed,
And the church is on him built:
He delivers all who trust him from their guilt.
On a Bust
© Edgar Lee Masters
A giant as we hoped, in truth, a dwarf;
A barrel of slop that shines on Lethe's wharf',
Which at first seemed a vessel with sweet wine
For thirsty lips. So down the swift decline
Oaks Tutt
© Edgar Lee Masters
My mother was for woman's rights
And my father was the rich miller at London Mills.
I dreamed of the wrongs of the world and wanted to right them.
When my father died, I set out to see peoples and countries
Ollie McGee
© Edgar Lee Masters
Have you seen walking through the village
A man with downcast eyes and haggard face?
That is my husband who, by secret cruelty
never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty;
O Glorious France
© Edgar Lee Masters
You have become a forge of snow-white fire,
A crucible of molten steel, O France!
Your sons are stars who cluster to a dawn
And fade in light for you, O glorious France!
Oh That I Were As In Months Past!
© John Newton
Sweet was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pard'ning blood
Applied, to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
Opulent Ollie
© Carolyn Wells
One Saturday opulent Ollie
Thought he'd go for a ride on the trolley;
But his pennies were few,--
He only had two,--
So he went and made mud-pies with Polly.
On A Country Life
© James Thomson
I hate the clamours of the smoky towns,
But much admire the bliss of rural clowns;
Where some remains of innocence appear,
Where no rude noise insults the listening ear;
On Pain
© Khalil Gibran
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic
© William Wordsworth
. Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee;
And was the safeguard of the west: the worth
On Receiving A Book From "X.H."
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Oh, great-eyed contemplation whom I saw
Walk by the blue shores of the Northern Sea
Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 05 - Cerberus And Furies, And That Lack Of Light
© Lucretius
Tartarus, out-belching from his mouth the surge
Of horrible heat- the which are nowhere, nor
Omnipresent All Day
© Sukasah Syahdan
omnipresent all day
the city congestion
yielded to the moonbeam
On Love and the Likes of It
© Sukasah Syahdan
despite what lexicographers say
love, life, happiness
and the likes of them--
ladies and gentlemen,
are verbs
