Poems begining by O
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Over The Darkened City
© Conrad Aiken
The fisherman draws his streaming net from the sea
And sails toward the far-off city, that seems
Like one vague tower.
The dark bow plunges to foam on blue-black waves,
And shrill rain seethes like a ghostly music about him
In a quiet shower.
Old And Young
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
1.
THEY soon grow old who grope for gold
In marts where all is bought and sold;
Who live for self, and on some shelf
On A Dog
© John Kenyon
Thy happy years of deep affection past,
Cartouche! our faithful friend, rest hereat last.
We loved thee for a love man scarce might mate;
And now we place thee here with sadness, great
As man may own for brute. Might less be given
To love so pure as thine and so unriven?
On The Death Of The Queen
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Here she concludes Lamira thinks it just
Such pious tears shou'd wait such Royal Dust.
Old Letters --- English translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
I found some old letters today
You had secretly treasured them like toys
On Music
© Walter Savage Landor
MANY love music but for musics sake;
Many because her touches can awake
Thoughts that repose within the breast half dead,
And rise to follow where she loves to lead.
On Shepherds' Pipes
© William Henry Drummond
O than the fairest day, thrice fairer night!
Night to blest days in which a sun doth rise
Out Of Time
© Kenneth Slessor
Vilely, continuously, stupidly,
Time takes me, drills me, drives through bone and vein,
So water bends the seaweeds in the sea,
The tide goes over, but the weeds remain.
On Hearing that Constantinople Was Swallowed Up by an Earthquake
© Amelia Opie
[A Report, though false, at that time generally believed.]
O Lassie Ayont The Hill!
© George MacDonald
Gien a body could be a thoucht o' grace,
And no a sel ava!
I'm sick o' my heid and my ban's and my face,
O' my thouchts and mysel and a';
On Hearing "The Messiah"
© William Lisle Bowles
O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die
In the long vaultings of this ancient fane!
On A Ruined Castle, Near The Rhine
© Richard Monckton Milnes
This was a fortress, firm and stout,
When there was battling round about,--
It has been deckt in gala--plight,
In days of ladie--love and knight,--
O Muses, Accourez
© André Marie de Chénier
O muses, accourez; solitaires divines,
Amantes des ruisseaux, des grottes, des collines!
O Necessite Dure!
© André Marie de Chénier
O nécessité dure! ô pesant esclavage!
O sort! je dois donc voir, et dans mon plus bel âge,
Flotter mes jours, tissus de désirs et de pleurs,
Dans ce flux et reflux d'espoir et de douleurs!
On A Cattle Track
© Henry Kendall
Where the strength of dry thunder splits hill-rocks asunder,
And the shouts of the desert-wind break,
Opvaagnen
© Jens Baggesen
Smil, som jeg vil evig aldrig glemme!
Haandtryk, som jeg død skal end fornemme!
Kys, som druknede min Aand i Gud!
Var I meer end Udspring af det milde
Barnligfromme Hiertes Godheds Kilde?
Var I Nannas Elskovs Sendebud?
