Poems begining by O
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Oh My Heart Is Sad And Weary
© Louisa May Alcott
'Oh my heart is sad and weary
Everywhere I roam,
Longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home.'
Olney Hymn 12: Ephraim Repenting
© William Cowper
My God, till I received Thy stroke,
How like a beast was I!
So unaccustom'd to the yoke,
So backward to comply.
Occult
© Madison Julius Cawein
Unto the soul's companionship
Of things that only seem to be,
Earth points with magic fingertip
And bids thee see
How Fancy keeps thee company.
One Day
© Archibald Lampman
The trees rustle; the wind blows
Merrily out of the town;
The shadows creep, the sun goes
Steadily over and down.
On The Astrologers (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
The astrologers did all alike presage
My uncle's dying in extreme old age;
One only disagreed. But he was wise,
And spoke not till he heard the funeral cries.
October
© John Payne
OCTOBER, May of the descending days,
Mid-Spring of Autumn, on the shortening stair
Old-Fashioned Folks
© Edgar Albert Guest
OLD-FASHIONED folks! God bless 'em all!
The fathers an' the mothers,
On Leaving Italy, For The Summer, On Account Of Health
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Thou summer--land! that dost put on the sun
Not as a dress of pomp occasional,
But as thy natural and most fitting one,--
Yet still thy Beauty has its festival,
On A Wine Of Horace's
© Franklin Pierce Adams
What time I read your mighty line,
O Mr. Q. Horatius Flaccus,
In praise of many an ancient wine-
You twanged a wicked lyric to Bacchus!-
I wondered, like a Yankee hick,
If that old stuff contained a kick.
On Queen Anne's Peace, Anno 1713
© Thomas Parnell
Mother of plenty, daughter of the skies,
Sweet Peace, the troubl'd world's desire, arise;
Around thy poet weave thy summer shades,
Within my fancy spread thy flow'ry meads,
Amongst thy train soft ease and pleasure bring,
And thus indulgent sooth me whilst I sing.
Ode 1957: An intellectual
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Intellectuals try not to drown,
while the whole purpose of loves
is drowning.
Of The Going Down Of The Sun
© John Bunyan
What, hast thou run thy race, art going down?
Thou seemest angry, why dost on us frown?
On Friendship
© Phillis Wheatley
Let amicitia in her ample reign
Extend her notes to a Celestial strain
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 04 - Absence Of Secondary Qualities
© Lucretius
Next, they who deem that feeling objects can
From feeling objects be create, and these,
In turn, from others that are wont to feel
On Landor's "Hellenics"
© William Watson
Come hither, who grow cloyed to surfeiting
With lyric draughts o'ersweet, from rills that rise
Once Upon A Time
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Once upon a time, a king saw fit
to send this proclamation through the land:
On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
© George Gordon Byron
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze--
A funeral pile.
Ownerless
© John Shaw Neilson
He comes when the gullies are wrapped in the gloaming
And limelights are trained on the tops of the gums,
To stand at the sliprails, awaiting the homing
Of one who marched off to the beat of the drums.
Ode For A Social Meeting
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
COME! fill a fresh bumper, for why should we go
While the nectar (logwood) still reddens our cups as they flow?
Pour out the rich juices (decoction) still bright with the sun,
Till o'er the brimmed crystal the rubies (dye-stuff) shall run.
