Poems begining by O
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On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey
© Francis Beaumont
MORTALITY, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
Out Beyond Ideas
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense
On Fanny Godwin
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Her voice did quiver as we parted,
Yet knew I not that heart was broken
From which it came, and I departed
Heeding not the words then spoken.
Misery--O Misery,
This world is all too wide for thee.
Oh Day Of Fire And Sun
© Sara Teasdale
Oh day of fire and sun,
Pure as a naked flame,
Blue sea, blue sky and dun
Sands where he spoke my name;
On The Death Of Prince Meshchersky
© Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin
O, Voice of time! O, metal's clang!
Your dreadful call distresses me,
On Memphis Station
© Johannes Vilhelm Jensen
Half awake and half dozing,
Struck by a drear reality, but still lost
In an inner sea fog of Danaidean dreams
I stand teeth chattering
On Memphis Station, Tennessee.
It is raining.
"Out Of Reach?"
© James Whitcomb Riley
You think them "out of reach," your dead?
Nay, by my own dead, I deny
Your "out of reach."--Be comforted:
'Tis not so far to die.
On The Progress Of The Soul...
© John Donne
Forget this rotten world, and unto thee
Let thine own times as an old story be.
Olney Hymn 8: O Lord, I Will Praise Thee
© William Cowper
I will praise Thee every day
Now Thine anger's turn'd away;
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.
Ode To Peace
© James Beattie
I. 1.
Peace, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voice
From ancient darkness call'd the morn;
And hush'd of jarring elements the noise,
On Hearing Miss Thrale Consulting with a Friend About a Gown and Hat
© Samuel Johnson
Wear the gown and wear the hat,
Snatch thy pleasures while they last;
Hadst thou nine lives, like a cat,
Soon those nine lives would be pass'd.
O Silver Rose
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
THE dark hour turns so slowly and so sweet,
The last still hour soft-fallen from the stars.
To-morrow I may kneel and touch thy feet,
O Rose of all Shiraz.
On War
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Great God, whom heav'n, and earth, and sea.
With all their countless hosts, obey,
Upheld by whom the nations stand,
And empires fall at thy command:
On a Street
© Henry Kendall
I dread that street - its haggard face
I have not seen for eight long years;
On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing "The Stranger" Played At Inverary
© John Keats
Of late two dainties were before me plac'd
Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and innocent,
From the ninth sphere to me benignly sent
That Gods might know my own particular taste:
On Tea
© Edmund Waller
Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her bays;
Tea both excels, which she vouchsafes to praise.
O Lady Moon
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east:
Shine, be increased;
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west:
Wane, be at rest.
On The Pleasures Of College Life
© George Moses Horton
With tears I leave these academic bowers,
And cease to cull the scientific flowers;
With tears I hail the fair succeeding train,
And take my exit with a breast of pain.
Over The Hillside
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
FAREWELL. In dimmer distance
I watch your figures glide,
Across the sunny moorland,
The brown hillside;
