Poems begining by O
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'On nerveless, tuneless lines how sadly'
© Charles Harpur
ON nerveless, tuneless lines how sadly
Ringing rhymes may wasted be,
On The Number Three
© Thomas Parnell
Beauty rests not in one fix'd Place,
But seems to reign in every Face;
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
How oft shall i survey
O Living Always--Always Dying
© Walt Whitman
O LIVING always-always dying!
O the burials of me, past and present!
Our President
© Katharine Lee Bates
GOD help him! Ay, and let us help him, too,
Help him with our one hundred million minds
On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia
© Herman Melville
Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and
friends--
Gold, yet a mind not unenriched had he
Whom here low violets veil from eyes.
But all these gifts transcended be:
His happier fortune in this mound you see.
Old Years And New
© Edgar Albert Guest
Old years and new years, all blended into one,
The best of what there is to be, the best of what is gone--
Let's bury all the failures in the dim and dusty past
And keep the smiles of friendship and laughter to the last.
Ode to Simplicity
© William Taylor Collins
O thou, by Nature taught
To breathe her genuine thought
In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong;
Who first on mountains wild,
In Fancy, loveliest child,
Thy babe, or Pleasure's, nurs'd the pow'rs of song!
On the Death of His Eldest Son
© George Canning
Though short thy space, God's unimpeach'd decrees
Which made that shorten'd space one long disease;
One Sea-Side Grave
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Unmindful of the roses,
Unmindful of the thorn,
A reaper tired reposes
Among his gathered corn:
So might I, till the morn!
Olney Hymn 49: True Pleasures
© William Cowper
Lord, my soul with pleasure springs
When Jesu's name I hear:
Old-Fashioned Letters
© Edgar Albert Guest
Old-fashioned letters! How good they were!
And nobody writes them now;
Our Martrys
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I AM sitting alone and weary,
By the hearth of my darkened room,
And the low wind's miserere,
Makes sadder the midnight gloom.
Orgueil d'aimer
© François Coppée
Hélas! la chimère s'envole
Et l'espoir ne m'est plus permis;
Mais je défends qu'on me console.
Oh Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast
© Robert Burns
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast,
On yonder lea, on yonder lea,
My plaidie to the angry airt,
I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee;
On Lady Charles Beauclerc's Death
© Walter Savage Landor
Nor empty are the honours that we pay
To the departed; our own hearts are fill'd
On Australian Hills
© Ada Cambridge
Oh, to be there to-night!
To see that rose of sunset flame and fade
On ghostly mountain height,
The soft dusk gathering each leaf and blade
From the departing light,
Each tree-fern feather of the wildwood glade.
