Poems begining by O
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Ode
© John Dryden
Now all those charms, that blooming grace,
That well-proportioned shape, and beauteous face,
Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes;
In earth the much-lamented virgin lies!
Not wit nor piety could Fate prevent;
Over The Alley
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Here in my office I sit and write
Hour on hour, and day on day,
With no one to speak to from morn till night,
Though I have a neighbour just over the way.
Over the Banisters
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Over the banisters bends a face,
Daringly sweet and beguiling.
Somebody stands in careless grace,
And watches the picture, smiling.
Only A Slight Flirtation
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Twas just a slight flirtation,
And wheres the harm, I pray,
In that amusing pastime
So much in vogue to-day?
Old And New
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wine
Why should the old monopolise all praise?
Then let the new claim mine.
Only Dreams
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow
Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago,
That we see through a mist of tears.
She sat and dreamed, with lips apart,
Our Blessings
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Sitting to-day in the sunshine,
That touched me with fingers of love,
I thought of the manifold blessings
God scatters on earth, from above;
Old Times
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Friend of my youth, let us talk of old times;
Of the long lost golden hours.
When "Winter" meant only Christmas chimes,
And "Summer" wreaths of flowers.
One Of Us Two
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The day will dawn when one of us shall hearken
In vain to hear a voice that has grown dumb.
And morns will fade, noons pale, and shadows darken,
While sad eyes watch for feet that never come.
On a Hillside
© George William Russell
A FRIENDLY mountain I know;
As I lie on the green slope there
It sets my heart in a glow
And closes the door on care.
Ordeal
© George William Russell
LOVE and pity are pleading with me this hour.
What is this voice that stays me forbidding to yield,
Offering beauty, love, and immortal power,
Æons away in some far-off heavenly field?
Om
© George William Russell
FAINT grew the yellow buds of light
Far flickering beyond the snows,
As leaning oer the shadowy white
Morn glimmered like a pale primrose.
On Behalf of Some Irishmen not Followers of Tradition
© George William Russell
THEY call us aliens, we are told,
Because our wayward visions stray
From that dim banner they unfold,
The dreams of worn-out yesterday.
On a Hill-top
© George William Russell
BEARDED with dewy grass the mountains thrust
Their blackness high into the still grey light,
Deepening to blue: far up the glimmering height
In silver transience shines the starry dust.
Our Thrones Decay
© George William Russell
I SAID my pleasure shall not move;
It is not fixed in things apart:
Seeking not lovebut yet to love
I put my trust in mine own heart.
Oversoul
© George William Russell
THE EAST was crowned with snow-cold bloom
And hung with veils of pearly fleece:
They died away into the gloom,
Vistas of peaceand deeper peace.
On a Portrait of a Deaf Man
© John Betjeman
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head,
The tie, discreetly loud,
The loosely fitting shooting clothes,
A closely fitting shroud.
Occupational Hazard
© Sophie Hannah
He has slept with accountants and brokers,
With a cowgirl (well, someone from Healds).
He has slept with non-smokers and smokers
In commercial and cultural fields.
Of The Ever-Changing Agitation In The Air
© Jorie Graham
The man held his hands to his heart as
he danced.
He slacked and swirled.
The doorways of the little city
Ordinary Love
© Michael Burch
Indescribable--our love--and still we say
with eyes averted, turning out the light,
"I love you," in the ordinary way
