Poems begining by O
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Old Granny Sullivan
© John Shaw Neilson
A pleasant shady place it is, a pleasant place and cool -
The township folk go up and down, the children pass to school.
Along the river lies my world, a dear sweet world to me:
I sit and learn - I cannot go; there is so much to see.
Old Mother Seward
© Anonymous
Old Mother Seward,
She went to the Lee-ward,
To get her dog a Union bone.
She got to Manassas,
And saw them harrass us -
Lord! how Mother Seward did groan.
Out Of Siberia
© Katharine Lee Bates
SHAKERAGS, cripples, gaunt and dazed,
Prison-broken hosts on hosts,
On A Miser, 3 (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Art thou some individual of a kind
Long-lived by nature as the rook or hind?
One Autumn Night
© Herbert Bashford
Ah, no! 'twas then I spoke to you of love,
My secret which you long ere that had guessed;
'Twas then I first knew passion's fiery heat
And kissed your cheek, your lips, while high above
A great star shook, and in its burning breast,
As in my own, a red heart beat and beat.
Of The Spouse Of Christ
© John Bunyan
Who's this that cometh from the wilderness,
Like smokey pillars thus perfum'd with myrrh,
On The Death Of An Infant
© George Moses Horton
Blest Babe! it at length has withdrawn,
The Seraphs have rock'd it to sleep;
Away with an angelic smile it has gone,
And left a sad parent to weep!
On Easter Day
© Oscar Wilde
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
Only a Woman
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
"She loves with love that cannot tire:
And if, ah, woe! she loves alone,
Through passionate duty love flames higher,
As grass grows taller round a stone."
Coventry Patmore.
On The Posteriors
© Jonathan Swift
Because I am by nature blind,
I wisely choose to walk behind;
However, to avoid disgrace,
I let no creature see my face.
Olney Hymn 64: Praise For Faith
© William Cowper
Of all the gifts Thine hand bestows,
Thou Giver of all good!
Not heaven itself a richer knows
Than my Redeemer's blood.
Of Himself
© William Cowper
William was once a bashful youth;
His modesty was such,
That one might say (to say the truth)
He rather had too much.
O That the Lord's Salvation
© Henry Francis Lyte
O that the Lords salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal His ancient nation,
To lead His outcasts home!
Ode to W. Kitchener, M.D.
© Thomas Hood
Author of The Cook's Oracle, Observations on Vocal Music, The Art of Invigorating and Prolonging Life, Practical Observations on Telescopes, Opera-Glasses, and Spectacles, The Housekeeper's Ledger and The Pleasure of Making a Will.
"I rule the roast, as Milton says!"Caleb Quotem.
Oh! multifarious man!
On Receiving One Of Glorianas Letters
© Vachel Lindsay
Your pen needs but a ruffle
To be Pavlova whirling.
Opportunity.
© Robert Crawford
I can believe it, that we each do have
One opportunity, and on it hangs
It may be all.
O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow!
© Henry Lawson
ARMING down along the stream,
Along the sparkling water,
And past the pool where lilies gleam,
There comes the squatters daughter.
On The Same Person (Who Wrote Ill, And Spake Worse, Against Me)
© Matthew Prior
While faster than his costive brain indites
Philo's quick hand in flowing letters writes;
On....Asleep
© Samuel Rogers
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile.
Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes,
Thy rosy lips still wear a smile,
And move, and breathe delicious sighs!--
On Sending My Son, As A Present, To Dr. Swift, Dean Of St. Patrick's, On His Birth--Day.
© Mary Barber
A richer Present I design,
A finish'd Form, of Work divine,
Surpassing all the Power of Art,
A thinking Head, and grateful Heart,
An Heart, that hopes, one Day, to show
How much we to the Drapier owe.
