Poems begining by O
/ page 59 of 137 /
On The Lady Manchester
© Joseph Addison
While haughty Gallia's dames, that pread
O'er their pale cheeks, an artful red,
Beheld this beauteous stranger there
In native charms, divinely fair;
Confusion in their looks they show'd;
And with unborrow'd blushes glow'd.
Only a Simple Rhyme
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow,
Where "blisses" rhymed with "kisses," "heart," with "dart:"
Yet, reading it, new strength I seemed to borrow,
To live on bravely and to do my part.
On Sanazar's Being Honoured With Six hundred Duckets By The
© Richard Lovelace
Twas a blith prince exchang'd five hundred crowns
For a fair turnip. Dig, dig on, O clowns
But how this comes about, Fates, can you tell,
This more then Maid of Meurs, this miracle?
On Jordan's Banks
© George Gordon Byron
On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray,
On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray,
The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai's steep -
Yet there - even there - Oh God! thy thunders sleep:
Ole Docteur Fiset
© William Henry Drummond
Ole Docteur Fiset of Saint Anicet,
Sapré tonnerre! he was leev long tam!
I'm sure he's got ninety year or so,
Beat all on de Parish 'cept Pierre Courteau,
An' day affer day he work all de sam'.
On William Francis Bartlett
© Francis Bret Harte
O poor Romancer--thou whose printed page,
Filled with rude speech and ruder forms of strife,
Was given to heroes in whose vulgar rage
No trace appears of gentler ways and life!--
On A Corkscrew
© Jonathan Swift
Though I, alas! a prisoner be,
My trade is prisoners to set free.
No slave his lord's commands obeys
With such insinuating ways.
"O Wondrous dreamer, with thy power divine,"
© John Bunyan
O Wondrous dreamer, with thy power divine,
How all our pilgrim-life thy dream hath told
Orange Of Midsummer
© Amy Lowell
You came to me in the pale starting of Spring,
And I could not see the world
On Giles and Joan
© Benjamin Jonson
Who says that Giles and Joan at discord be?
Th' observing neighbors no such mood can see.
On Content
© Thomas Parnell
Grant heav'n that I may chuse my bliss
If you design me worldly Happiness
On Mr. G. Herbert's Book, Entitled The Temple : Sacred Poems
© Richard Crashaw
Know you, fair, on what you look ?
Divinest love lies in this book,
On Death
© George Moses Horton
Deceitful worm, that undermines the clay,
Which slyly steals the thoughtless soul away,
Pervading neighborhoods with sad surprise,
Like sudden storms of wind and thunder rise.
Omar
© James Weldon Johnson
Old Omar, jolly sceptic, it may be
That, after all, you found the magic key
To life and all its mystery, and I
Must own you have almost persuaded me.
On Rupert Brooke
© Frances Darwin Cornford
A young Apollo, golden-haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.
On Resigning A Scholarship Of Trinity College, Oxford
© William Lisle Bowles
AND RETIRING TO A COUNTRY CURACY.
Farewell! a long farewell! O Poverty,
