Poems begining by O
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On The Civil War On The East Coast Of The United States Of North America 1860-64
© Alan Dugan
Because of the unaccountable spirit of the troops
oh we were marched as we were never marched before
On A Cone Of The Big Trees
© Francis Bret Harte
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)
Brown foundling of the Western wood,
On Revisiting Harrow
© George Gordon Byron
Here once engaged the stranger's view
Young Friendship's record simply traced;
Few were her words; but yet, though few,
Resentment's hand the line defaced.
Olney Hymn 35: Welcome Cross
© William Cowper
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
On the Prospect of Peace
© Thomas Tickell
To the Lord Privy Seal
Contending kings, and fields of death, too long
On The Silence Of A Young Lady
© George Moses Horton
Oh, heartless dove! mount in the skies,
Spread thy soft wing upon the gale,
Or on thy sacred pinions rise,
Nor brood with silence in the vale.
O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must Be
© Pierre Abelard
O what their joy and their glory must be,
Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see;
Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest;
God shall be all, and in all ever blessed.
Ode to a Man of Letters
© John Logan
Lo, winter's hoar dominion past!
Arrested in his eastern blast
The fiend of nature flies;
Breathing the spring, the zephyrs play,
And re-enthroned the Lord of day
Resumes the golden skies.
Of Pearls And Stars
© Heinrich Heine
The pearly treasures of the sea,
The lights that spatter heaven above,
More precious than these wonders are
My heart-of-hearts filled with your love.
On Leaving Bruges
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The city's steeple-towers remove away,
Each singly; as each vain infatuate Faith
On Her Lightheartedness
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I WOULD I had thy courage, dear, to face
This bankruptcy of love, and greet despair
With smiling eyes and unconcerned embrace,
And these few words of banter at dull care.
Ode to Sleep
© John Logan
In vain I court till dawning light,
The coy divinity of night;
Restless, from side to side I turn,
Arise, ye musings of the morn!
On The Death Of Thomas Bailey Aldrich
© William Stanley Braithwaite
There is a pause in meeting before speech
Between men who have fed their souls with song;
The strangeness of an echo beyond reach
Cleaves silence deep for speech to pass along.
There are no words to tell the loss, but each
Of our hearts feels the sorrow deep and strong.
Old Friends
© Caroline Norton
HOW are they waned and faded from our hearts,
The old companions of our early days!
On Leaving Winchester School
© William Lisle Bowles
The spring shall visit thee again,
Itchin! and yonder ancient fane,
That casts its shadow on thy breast,
As if, by many winters beat,
The blooming season it would greet,
With many a straggling wild-flower shall be dressed.
Old And New Year Ditties
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
New Year met me somewhat sad:
Old Year leaves me tired,
Stripped of favourite things I had
Baulked of much desired:
Yet farther on my road to-day
God willing, farther on my way.
Olney Hymn 5: Jehovah-Shalom: The Lord Send Peace
© William Cowper
Jesus! whose blood so freely stream'd
To satisfy the law's demand;
By Thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd,
Before the Father's face I stand.
