Poems begining by O
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"O heavens, heavens..."
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
O heavens, heavens, see you in my dreams!
It is impossible -- you had become so blind,
And day was burned as if a page -- to rims:
Some smoke and ashes, one could later find.
Our Oldest Friend
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I GIVE you the health of the oldest friend
That, short of eternity, earth can lend,--
A friend so faithful and tried and true
That nothing can wean him from me and you.
Overhead On A Saltmarsh
© Harold Monro
They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.
On Meeting Li Guinian Again, South Of The River
© Du Fu
I often saw you at the palace of the prince,
And twice at Cuis I heard you sing for hours.
This southern scenery seems colorful indeed,
When you are here among the fallen flowers.
Ode an die Freude
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
O Freunde, nicht diese Tone!
Sondern lasst uns angenehmere anstimmen
Und freudenvollere!
On A Falling Group In The Last Judgment Of Michael Angelo, In The Cappella Sistina
© Washington Allston
How vast, how dread, o'erwhelming, is the thought
Of space interminable! to the soul
On the Sepulchre of our Lord
© Richard Crashaw
Here, where our Lord once laid his Head,
Now the grave lies buried.
On One Ignorant And Arrogant (Translated From Owen)
© William Cowper
Thou mayst of double ignorance boast,
Who know'st not that thou nothing know'st.
On A Picture Of Seneca Dying In A Bath, By Jordain
© Matthew Prior
While cruel Nero only drains
The moral Spaniard's ebbing veins,
On Mr. Howard's Account Of Lazarettos
© William Lisle Bowles
Mortal! who, armed with holy fortitude,
The path of good right onward hast pursued;
Olney Hymn 40: Peace After A Storm
© William Cowper
When darkness long has veil'd my mind,
And smiling day once more appears,
Then, my Redeemer, then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.
O come quickly!
© Thomas Campion
NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,
Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more,
Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest!
Our State
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE South-land boasts its teeming cane,
The prairied West its heavy grain,
And sunset's radiant gates unfold
On rising marts and sands of gold!
On Invalids (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Far happier are the dead, methinks, than they
Who look for death, and fear it every day.
On The Group Of The Three Angels Before The Tent Of Abraham, By Raffaelle, In The Vatican
© Washington Allston
O, now I feel as though another sense,
From heaven descending, had informed my soul;
Ode To Joy
© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller
Chorus.
Be embracd, ye millions yonder!
Take this kiss throughout the world!
Brothersoer the stars unfurld
Must reside a loving Father.}
Operation
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Time, the superb physician, drew his breath,
"I'll just remove Youth, Health and Love," he said,
"The rest is for Consulting-Surgeon Death."
God, how I hated that peremptory head!
As through the ether came his sickening drawl
"Now this won't hurt. . . . Oh, it won't hurt at all."
Of Hym That Togyder Wyll Serve Two Masters
© Sebastian Brant
If any do hym wronge or injury
He must it suffer and pacyently endure
A double tunge with wordes like hony;
And of his offycis if he wyll be sure
He must be sober and colde of his langage,
More to a knave, than to one of hye lynage.
On Ye Queens Death
© Thomas Parnell
The Persians us'd at setting of ye sunn
To howl, as if he nere again should runn
