Poems begining by O
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Old-Fashioned Child.
© Robert Crawford
He was born old; they who got him were grey,
And quaint as things that long had seasoned here
When that he came a too true vintage of
The lateness of the brewing blood and brain;
Oh! Had I the Wings of a Bird
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Oh! had I the wings of a bird,
To soar through the blue, sunny sky,
Other Men
© Sara Teasdale
When I talk with other men
I always think of you -
Your words are keener than their words,
And they are gentler, too.
Olney Hymn 18: Lovest Thou Me?
© William Cowper
Hark my soul! it is the Lord;
'Tis Thy Saviour, hear His word;
Jesus speaks and speaks to thee,
"Say poor sinner, lovst thou me?
On Dreaming
© John Newton
When slumber seals our weary eyes,
The busy fancy wakeful keeps;
The scenes which then before us rise,
Prove something in us never sleeps.
O had I known that thus it happens...
© Boris Pasternak
O had I known that thus it happens,
When first I started, that at will
Your lines with blood in them destroy you,
Roll up into your throat and kill,
On The Death of Mr. Snider Murder'd By Richardson
© Phillis Wheatley
In heavens eternal court it was decreed
How the first martyr for the cause should bleed
On The Completion Of A Royal Palace
© Confucius
On yonder banks a palace, lo! upshoots,
The tender blue of southern hill behind;
Firm-founded, like the bamboo's clamping roots;
Its roof made pine-like, to a point defined.
Fraternal love here bears its precious fruits,
And unfraternal schemes be ne'er designed!
Of Judgement
© John Bunyan
As 'tis appointed men should die,
So judgment is the next
That meets them most assuredly;
For so saith holy text.
Olney Hymn 55: The Heart Healed And Changed By Mercy
© William Cowper
Sin enslaved me many years,
And led me bound and blind;
Our Duty To Our Flag
© Edgar Albert Guest
Less hate and greed
Is what we need
And more of service true;
More men to love
The flag above
And keep it first in view.
On An Unfortunate And Beautiful Woman
© William Lisle Bowles
Oh, Mary, when distress and anguish came,
And slow disease preyed on thy wasted frame;
Of Brusselsit was not
© Emily Dickinson
Of Brusselsit was not
Of Kidderminster? Nay
The Winds did buy it of the Woods
Theysold it unto me
Of Jacopo Del Sellaio
© Ezra Pound
This man knew out the secret ways of love,
No man could paint such things who did not know.
And now she's gone, who was his Cyprian,
And you are here, who are The Isles to me.
One Worse Thing
© Margaret Widdemer
LAST Spring I walked these ways, and a sharp grief walked with me,
For you had broken my heart with a light kiss, carelessly,
And I was young and was new to grief, and could think of no worse thing
Than to walk abroad with a hurting heart and be hopeless in the Spring.
On The Busts Of Milton, In Youth And Age, At Stourhead
© William Lisle Bowles
IN YOUTH.
Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace
Olney Hymn 29: Exhortation To Prayer
© William Cowper
What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?
On The Death Of Lieut. William Howard Allen, Of The American Navy
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
He hath been mourned as brave men mourn the brave,
And wept as nations weep their cherished dead,
With bitter, but proud tears, and o'er his head
The eternal flowers whose root is in the grave,
