Poems begining by O
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Our Crocodile
© Garnett Richard
Our crocodile, (Psammarathis,A priest at Ombi, told me this,)Our crocodile is good and dear,And eats a damsel once a year
Oak and Olive
© Flecker James Elroy
I And bred in Gloucestershire,I walked in Hellas years ago With friends in white attire:And I remember how my soul Drank wine as pure as fire.
On Monsieur's Departure
© Elizabeth I
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate
"O May I Join the Choir Invisible"
© George Eliot
Longum illud tempus, quum non ero, magis me movet, quam hoc exigium.
Ode to the Virginian Voyage
© Michael Drayton
You brave heroic minds,Worthy your country's name,That honour still pursue,Go and subdue!Whilst loit'ring hindsLurk here at home with shame.
Ode to the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His Ballad of Agincourt
© Michael Drayton
Fair stood the wind for France,When we our sails advance;Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry;But putting to the main,At Caux, the mouth of Seine,With all his martial train Landed King Harry.
On His Mistress
© John Donne
By our first strange and fatal interview,By all desires which thereof did ensue,By our long starving hopes, by that remorseWhich my words masculine persuasive forceBegot in thee, and by the memoryOf hurts, which spies and rivals threaten'd me,I calmly beg
Ode à la fontaine Bellerie
© Pierre de Ronsard
O fontaine Bellerie,Belle fontaine cherieDe nos Ninfes, quand ton eauLes cache au creux de ta source,Fuïantes le SatireauQui les pourchasse à la courseJusqu'au bord de ton ruisseau,
Ode à Cassandre
© Pierre de Ronsard
Mignonne, allons voir si la roseQui ce matin avait decloseSa robe de pourpre au soleil,A point perdu cette vespréeLes plis de sa robe pourpréeEt son teint au vostre pareil.
Ode
© Pierre de Ronsard
Bel Aubepin fleurissant, VerdissantLe long de ce beau rivage,Tu est vestu jusqu'au bas Des longs brasD'une lambrunche sauvage.
Oh Canada
© Colombo John Robert
Canada could have enjoyed: English government, French culture, and American know-how.
On Donne's Poem "To a Flea"
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Be proud as Spaniards! Leap for pride ye Fleas!Henceforth in Nature's mimic World grandees
On a Dissolution of a Ministry
© Hartley Coleridge
Shout Britain, raise a joyful shout,The Tyrant Tories all are out --Deluded Britains -- cease your din --For lo -- the scoundrel Whigs are in.
Original Pain
© Clarke George Elliott
Rue: Hot pepper of mothers bullwhipped till bloodlava'd down their backs and leapt off their heelswas one-hundred-proof, fire taste of slaveryPops spooned us raw charring first-hand.
Ode la Jeune Captive
© André Marie de Chénier
"L'épi naissant mûrit de la faux respecté;Sans crainte du pressoir, le pampre tout l'été Boit les doux présents de l'aurore;Et moi, comme lui belle, et jeune comme lui,Quoi que l'heure présente ait de trouble et d'ennui, Je ne veux point mourir encore
On Dryden
© Caudwell Christopher
He made the eyes of Logic glow, His curse anticipated Fate.His serene justice to his foe Adds to the list of virtues, hate.
Oh, My Goodie Gracious
© Burke Johnny
Oh, herself Anastatia felt mopish and queer, She hadn't been well, I should say, for a year,The bright healthy color is gone from her cheek, And it's only just once in a year that she'll speak
Opifex
© Brown Thomas Edward
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, one comes, and cries:--"Forbear!" and all my heaven with gloom enshrouds.
On the Boundary
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
I love the ancient boundary-fence-- That mouldering chock-and-log:When I go ride the boundary I let the old horse jog,And take his pleasure in and out Where sandalwood grows dense,And tender pines clasp hands across The log that tops the fence
