Poems begining by O
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On The Star Of 'The Legion Of Honour' (From The French)
© George Gordon Byron
Star of the brave!--whose beam hath shed
Such glory o'er the quick and dead
Thou radiant and adored deceit!
Which millions rush'd in arms to greet,
Wild meteor of immortal birth;
Why rise in Heaven to set on Earth?
Oerweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied
© William Wordsworth
O'ERWEENING Statesmen have full long relied
On fleets and armies, and external wealth:
But from 'within' proceeds a Nation's health;
Which shall not fail, though poor men cleave with pride
On a fateful day, an unlucky time
© Boris Pasternak
On a fateful day, an unlucky time,
Unannounced, it may happen thus:
Stifling, blacker still than a monastery
Utter madness descends on us.
Oft For Our Own
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
How many go forth in the morning
and never come home at night,
and hearts have broken
for harsh words spoken
That sorrow can never set right.
Ode Composed On A May Morning
© William Wordsworth
WHILE from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
Over The Hills
© George Meredith
The old hound wags his shaggy tail,
And I know what he would say:
It's over the hills we'll bound, old hound,
Over the hills, and away.
On A Landscape Bt Rubens
© William Lisle Bowles
Nay, let us gaze, ev'n till the sense is full,
Upon the rich creation, shadowed so
On Visiting The Spot Where Captain Cook And Sir Joseph Banks First Landed In Botany Bay
© Barron Field
Here fix the tablet. This must be the place
Where our Columbus of the South did land.
On A Plant Of Virgin's-Bower, Designed To Cover A Garden-seat
© William Cowper
Thrive, gentle plant! and weave a bower
For Mary and for me,
And deck with many a splendid flower
Thy foliage large and free.
On The Downs
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When you came over the top of the world
In the great day on the Downs,
The air was crisp and the clouds were curled,
When you came over the top of the world,
And under your feet were spire and street
And seven English towns.
Olympus
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Through female subtlety intense,
Or the good luck of innocence,
Oh Lady, Let the Sad Tears Fall
© Adelaide Crapsey
Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall
To speak thy pain,
Old Barnard -- A Monkish Tale
© Mary Darby Robinson
OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,
Though his age was full fourscore;
On Buddha's deathday
© Matsuo Basho
On Buddha's deathday,
wrinkled tough old hands pray
the prayer beads' sound
On A Fork of Byron's.
© James Brunton Stephens
LIKE any other fork. No mark you meet with
To point some psychological conceit with.
On the Death of a Young Friend, of Fever, at Laguira
© Alaric Alexander Watts
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed;
By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed;
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned;
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourned. ~ POPE.
On Lake Temiscamingue
© Archibald Lampman
A single dreary elm, that stands between
The sombre forest and the wan-lit lake,
O Camp Of Flowers
© Erik Johan Stagnelius
O camp of flowers, with poplars girdled round,
Gray guardians of life's soft and purple bud!
