Poems begining by O
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Ofrenda Romantica
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Fuensanta: las finezas del Amado
Las finezas más finas,
Han de ser par ti menguada cosa,
Porque el honor a ti, resulta honrado.
Of The Boy and Butterfly
© John Bunyan
Behold, how eager this our little boy
Is for a butterfly, as if all joy,
All profits, honours, yea, and lasting pleasures,
Were wrapped up in her, or the richest treasures
Found in her would be bundled up together,
When all her all is lighter than a feather.
Our Jack
© Henry Kendall
Twelve years ago our Jack was lost. All night,
Twelve years ago, the Spirit of the Storm
On The Death Of The Bishop Of Ely. Anno Aet. 17. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
My lids with grief were tumid yet,
And still my sullied cheek was wet
On two Children dying of one Disease, and buried in one Grave
© Henry King
Brought forth in sorrow, and bred up in care,
Two tender Children here entombed are:
One Place, one Sire, one Womb their being gave,
They had one mortal sickness, and one grave.
Out For A Walk
© Friedrich Hölderlin
The margins of the forest are beautiful,
as if painted onto the green slopes.
Ode Written For The Celebration Of The Cochituate Water Into The City Of Boston
© James Russell Lowell
My name is Water: I have sped
Through strange, dark ways, untried before,
By pure desire of friendship led,
Cochituate's ambassador;
He sends four royal gifts by me:
Long life, health, peace, and purity.
On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford
© William Wordsworth
. A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,
Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light
On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean
© William Cowper
What portents, from what distant region, ride,
Unseen till now in ours, the astonished tide?
In ages past, old Proteus, with his droves
Of sea-calves, sought the mountains and the groves;
Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore
© Louise Imogen Guiney
THERE in his room, wheneer the moon looks in,
And silvers now a shell, and now a fin,
On A Pen
© Jonathan Swift
In youth exalted high in air,
Or bathing in the waters fair,
Nature to form me took delight,
And clad my body all in white.
On The Vita Nuova Of Dante
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AS he that loves oft looks on the dear form
And guesses how it grew to womanhood,
O Navio Negreiro Part 2 (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Que importa do nauta o berço,
Donde é filho, qual seu lar?
Of Three Children
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Nor prince nor peer of fairyland
Had power to weave that wide riband
Of the grey, the gold, the green.
Ode 1373
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.
Occurrence on Washburn Avenue by Regan Huff : American Life in Poetry #212 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet La
© Ted Kooser
We've published this column about American life for over four years, and we have finally found a poem about one of the great American pastimes, bowling.
Occurrence on Washburn Avenue
Alice's first strike gets a pat on the back,
On An Old Woman (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Mycilla dyes her locks, 'tis said:
But 'tis a foul aspersion;
She buys them black; they therefore need
No subsequent immersion.
Open Speech
© John Le Gay Brereton
Good friend of mine, you feel with me
Your blood grows hot by sympathy
With something that I say or do;
Then speakI want a word from you.
