Poems begining by O

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Ode to Ethiopia

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

O Mother Race! to thee I bring
This pledge of faith unwavering,
 This tribute to thy glory.
I know the pangs which thou didst feel,
When Slavery crushed thee with its heel,
 With thy dear blood all gory.

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On Seeing The Diabutsu--At Kamakura, Japan

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Long have I searched, Cathedral shrine, and hall,

To find a symbol, from the hand of art,

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"O great golden head lie in my lap"

© Lesbia Harford

O great golden head lie in my lap,
Sweet, sweet, lie there.
Sleep and I'll watch thee lest evil behap.
Sweet, sweet and fair.

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 01 - Proem

© Lucretius

'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the winds

Roll up its waste of waters, from the land

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On Beauty. A Riddle

© Matthew Prior

Resolve Me, Cloe, what is This:

Or forfeit me One precious Kiss.

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On The Misery Of Soldiers

© Confucius

Yellow now is all the grass;
  All the days in marching pass.
  On the move is every man;
  Hard work, far and near, they plan.

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On the Baptized Ethiopian

© Richard Crashaw

Let it no longer be a forlorn hope
 To wash an Ethiop :
He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade
 For his white soul is made :
And now, I doubt not, the Eternal Dove
 A black-faced house will love.

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On A Picture

© Jean Ingelow

As a forlorn soul waiting by the Styx
  Dimly expectant of lands yet more dim,
Might peer afraid where shadows change and mix
  Till the dark ferryman shall come for him.

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On Suddenly Receiving A Curl Long Refused

© Vachel Lindsay

Oh, saucy gold circle of fairyland silk—
Impudent, intimate, delicate treasure:
A noose for my heart and a ring for my finger:—
Here in my study you sing me a measure.

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Of Imputed Righteousness

© John Bunyan

Now, if thou wouldst inherit righteousness,

And so sanctification possess

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One-Man-One-Vote

© Henry Lawson

“ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE!” You hear the people shouting.
  The walls of Mammon tremble ere they fall.
ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! Is this a time for doubting?
  The poets have been prophets after all.

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On The Death Of A Child

© Alaric Alexander Watts

Sweet flower! with flowers I strew thy narrow bed!

Sweets to the sweet! Farewell! ~ Shakespeare.

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On The River

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

The sun is low,
  The waters flow,
  My boat is dancing to and fro.
  The eve is still,
  Yet from the hill
  The killdeer echoes loud and shrill.

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On the Countess of Burlington Cutting Paper

© Alexander Pope

Pallas grew vapourish once, and odd,
She would not do the least right thing,
Either for goddess, or for god,
Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sing.

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On the Prodigal

© Richard Crashaw

Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
Whither away so frolic ?  why so glad ?
What all thy wealth in council ? all thy state ?
Are husks so dear ?  troth 'tis a mighty rate.

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On The Morning Of Christ’s Nativity. Compos'd 1629

© John Milton

I.
This is the month, and this the happy morn, 
Wherein the Son of Heaven’s eternal King, 
Of wedded maid and Virgin Mother born, 

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One And One Are Two

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

1 and 1 are 2 -

That's for me and you.

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On Ink

© Jonathan Swift

I am jet black, as you may see,
  The son of pitch and gloomy night:
Yet all that know me will agree,
  I'm dead except I live in light.

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Oh, Peggy Was A Jolly Lass

© Louisa May Alcott

'Oh, Peggy was a jolly lass,

  Ye heave ho, boys, ye heave ho!