Poems begining by O
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On The Downs
© Edith Nesbit
THE little moon is dead,
Drowned in the flood of rain
That drips from roof of byre and shed,
And splashes in the lane:
The leafless lean-flanked lane where last year's leaves are spread.
On The Moon
© Jonathan Swift
I with borrow'd silver shine
What you see is none of mine.
First I show you but a quarter,
Like the bow that guards the Tartar:
Then the half, and then the whole,
Ever dancing round the pole.
Olney Hymn 56: Hatred Of Sin
© William Cowper
Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth,
Nor dare Thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierced by sin the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.
On The Cliff-Top
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
FACE upward to the sky
Quiet I lie:
Quiet as if the finger of God's will
Had bade this human mechanism "be still!"
And sent the intangible essence, this strange I,
All wondering forth to His eternity.
Obituary
© Allen Tate
... so what the lame four-poster gathered here
Between the lips of stale and seasoned sheets
Startles a memory sunlit upon the wall
(Motors and urchins contest the city streets)
Our Heritage
© Alexander Bathgate
A Perfect peaceful stillness reigns,
Not e'en a passing playful breeze
On Messrs Hussey and Coffin
© Phillis Wheatley
Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind,
As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind?
O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing
© Charles Wesley
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
Once Pope Under Jevais Resolvd To Adventure
© Thomas Parnell
Once Pope under Jevais resolvd to adventure
& from a Good Poet Pope turnd an ill painter
So from a Good Painter Charles Jervais we hope
May turn an ill Poet by living with Pope
Then Each may perform the true parts of a friend
While each will have something to blame or commend
O Mors! Quam Amara Est Memoria Tua Homini Pacem Habenti In Substantiis Suis
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Exceeding sorrow
Consumeth my sad heart!
Because to-morrow
We must depart,
Now is exceeding sorrow
All my part!
Opals
© Arthur Symons
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
The fields of earth are in it, green and glimmering,
On Some Shells Found Inland
© Trumbull Stickney
These are my murmur-laden shells that keep
A fresh voice tho' the years be very gray.
Old And New: A Parable
© Charles Kingsley
See how the autumn leaves float by decaying,
Down the wild swirls of the rain-swollen stream.
So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;
Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.
On Two Sisters Whose Deaths Were Together
© Padraic Colum
IN woods remote, hid in the mountain hollows,
Doves there are that have a gentler beauty,
Doves that are marked as by a poet's image,
And hence are called Doves of the Wounded Heart.
Olney Hymn 14: Jehovah-Shammah
© William Cowper
As birds their infant brood protect,
And spread their wings to shelter them,
Thus saith the Lord to His elect,
"So will I guard Jerusalem."
On A Beautiful Youth Struck Blind With Lightning
© Oliver Goldsmith
SURE 'twas by Providence design'd,
Rather in pity, than in hate,
That he should be, like Cupid, blind,
To save him from Narcissus' fate.
