Poems begining by O
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Off Rough Point
© Emma Lazarus
We sat at twilight nigh the sea,
The fog hung gray and weird.
Through the thick film uncannily
The broken moon appeared.
Over and Over Tune
© Ioanna Carlsen
You could grow into it,
that sense of living like a dog,
loyal to being on your own in the fur of your skin,
able to exist only for the sake of existing.
Once MoreTo Gloriana
© Vachel Lindsay
Girl with the burning golden eyes,
And red-bird song, and snowy throat:
On the Term of Exile
© Bertolt Brecht
No need to drive a nail into the wall
To hang your hat on;
When you come in, just drop it on the chair
No guest has sat on.
Ode For September
© Robert Laurence Binyon
On that long day when England held her breath,
Suddenly gripped at heart
And called to choose her part
Between her loyal soul and luring sophistries,
October on the Sheep Range
© Arthur Chapman
There ain't no leaves to turn to gold-
There ain't a tree in sight-
In other ways the herder's told
October's come, all right.
Ode To Maize
© Pablo Neruda
But, poet, let
history rest in its shroud;
praise with your lyre
the grain in its granaries:
sing to the simple maize in the kitchen.
Of Coarse Fools
© Sebastian Brant
Vile, scolding words do irritate,
Good manners thereby will abate
If sow-bell's rung from morn to late.
On my First Son
© Benjamin Jonson
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.
Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees
© William Shakespeare
Orpheus with his Lute made Trees,
And the Mountaine tops that freeze,
Ode V: On Love Of Praise
© Mark Akenside
I.
Of all the springs within the mind
Which prompt her steps in fortune's maze,
From none more pleasing aid we find
Than from the genuine love of praise.
On The Eve
© Bert Leston Taylor
Now fare they forth to battle,
And none for peace shall sue;
And ye who sneer and cavil --
They fight your battle, too.
Scoff if you will, but stand aside,
For there is work to do.
On the Easter Illumination of St. Peter's at Rome
© Charles Harpur
Four thousand lamps of gold and silver light
Suspended round the mighty dome, and o er
Ode To Sara, In Answer To A Letter From Bristol
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nor travels my meand'ring eye
The starry wilderness on high;
Nor now with curious sight
I mark the glow-worm as I pass,
Move with 'green radiance' thro' the grass,
An emerald of light.
Old Love and New
© Sara Teasdale
In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new,
It was ghostly waking
All night through.
Over The Waters
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OVER the crystal waters
She leans in careless grace,
Smiling to view within them
Her own fair happy face.
II.
On A Faded Violet
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The odour from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!
Our Tree Has Flowers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
We have planted a tree,
And behold, it has flowers.
How lovely their joy!
Yet they know not of ours,
