Poems begining by O
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Old Books
© Margaret Widdemer
THE people up and down the world that talk and laugh and cry,
They're pleasant when you're young and gay, and life is all to try,
But when your heart is tired and dumb, your soul has need of ease,
There's none like the quiet folk who wait in libraries
The counselors who never change, the friends who never go,
The old books, the dear books that understand and know!
On Being Twenty-six
© Philip Larkin
I feared these present years,
The middle twenties,
When deftness disappears,
And each event is
Freighted with a source-encrusting doubt,
And turned to drought.
Of The Dawn Of Freedom
© James Russell Lowell
Careless seems the great Avenger;
Historys lessons but recorded
Ode: To be performed by Dr. Brettle, and a chorus of Halesowen citizens
© William Shenstone
Awake! I say, awake, good people!
And be for once alive and gay;
Come, let's be merry; stir the tipple;
How can you sleep?
Whilst I do play? How can you sleep? &c.
On King William's Happy Deliverance from the Intended Assassination
© Charles Sackville
The youth whose fortune the vast globe obey'd,
Finding his royal enemy betray'd
On Hymn To The Muse
© Robert Herrick
Honour to you who sit
Near to the well of wit,
And drink your fill of it!
Out Of Pompeii
© William Wilfred Campbell
She lay, face downward, on her beaded arm,
In this her new, sweet dream of human bliss,
Her heart within her fearful, fluttering, warm,
Her lips yet pained with love's first timorous kiss.
O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be!
© Alfred Tennyson
O, were I loved as I desire to be!
What is there in the great sphere of the earth,
Oh, Fly Not, Pleasure
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Oh fly not, Pleasure, pleasant--hearted Pleasure.
Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay.
For my heart no measure
Knows nor other treasure
To buy a garland for my love to--day.
Over Here
© Edgar Albert Guest
Pledged to the bravest and the best,
We stand, who cannot share the fray,
Staunch for the danger and the test.
For them at night we kneel and pray.
Be with them, Lord, who serve the truth,
And make us worthy of our youth!
On A Portrait Of Wordsworth By B. R. Haydon
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
To the higher Heavens. A noble vision free
Our Haydon's hand has flung out from the mist:
No portrait this, with Academic air !
This is the poet and his poetry.
On A Certain Religious Argument
© Edgar Albert Guest
Argue it pro and con as you will,
And flout each other with words,
But the rose will bloom and the summer still
Will bring us the song of birds.
On The Dutchess Of Newcastle's Picture.
© Mary Barber
Say, Worsdcal, where you learn'd the Art
To paint the Goodness of the Heart
The flatt'ring Teint let others prize;
You call the Soul into the Eyes:
On Mrs. Blandford
© Hannah More
Meek shade, farewell! go seek that quiet shore
Where sin shall vex, and sorrow wound no more;
On Female Inconstancy (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Rich, thou hadst many lovers -- poor, hast none,
So surely want extinguishes the flame,
And she who call'd thee once her pretty one,
And her Adonis, now inquires thy name.
Old Wine
© Margaret Widdemer
IF I could lift
My heart but high enough
My heart could fill with love:
On Living Too Long
© Walter Savage Landor
IS it not better at an early hour
In its calm cell to rest the weary head,
While birds are singing and while blooms the bower,
Than sit the fire out and go starvd to bed?
