Poems begining by O
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On His Ladies Waking
© Pierre de Ronsard
My lady woke upon a morning fair,
What time Apollos chariot takes the skies,
Olney Hymn 41: Mourning And Longing
© William Cowper
The Saviour hides His face;
My spirit thirsts to prove
Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace,
And never-fading love.
Out Of The Window
© Aldous Huxley
In the middle of countries, far from hills and sea,
Are the little places one passes by in trains
On the Lake (two monks)
© Bai Juyi
Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain,
The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear.
Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow,
One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.
On The Jungfrau, By Moonlight
© Richard Monckton Milnes
The maiden moon is resting
The maiden mount above,
They gaze upon each other,
With cold majestic love.
Old Homes
© Madison Julius Cawein
Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens;
Their old rock fences, that our day inherits;
Their doors, round which the great trees stand like wardens;
Their paths, down which the shadows march like spirits;
Broad doors and paths that reach bird-haunted gardens.
One O'Clock in the Morning
© Charles Baudelaire
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For a few hours at least silence will be ours, if not sleep. At last! The tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and now there will be no one but myself to make me suffer.
At last! I am allowed to relax in a bath of darkness! First a double turn of the key in the lock. This turn of the key will, it seems to me, increase my solitude and strengthen the barricades that, for the moment, separate me from the world.
On Leaving A Place Of Residence
© William Lisle Bowles
If I could bid thee, pleasant shade, farewell
Without a sigh, amidst whose circling bowers
On The Death Of Rev. William Benwell, M.A.
© William Lisle Bowles
Thou camest with kind looks, when on the brink
Almost of death I strove, and with mild voice
On Planting A Tree At Inveraray
© James Russell Lowell
Who does his duty is a question
Too complex to be solved by me,
But he, I venture the suggestion,
Does part of his that plants a tree.
Ode
© Benjamin Jonson
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir Lucius
Cary and Sir Henry Morison.
On The Dunes
© Sara Teasdale
IF there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea.
On A Proposed Trip South
© William Carlos Williams
They tell me on the morrow I must leave
This winter eyrie for a southern flight
And truth to tell I tremble with delight
At thought of such unheralded reprieve.
Ode on the Mammoth Cheese
© James McIntyre
We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze -
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
Only A Sad Mistake
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Only a blunder-a sad mistake;
All my own fault and mine alone.
The saddest error a heart can make;
I was so young, or I would have known.
On Leaving Newstead Abbey
© George Gordon Byron
Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle;
Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay;
In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle
Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way.
O Wind of God
© George MacDonald
O wind of God, that blowest in the mind,
Blow, blow and wake the gentle spring in me;
O Navio Negreiro Part 6 (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Existe um povo que a bandeira empresta
P'ra cobrir tanta infâmia e cobardia!…
On The Palatine
© Arthur Symons
I have lived, loved, and lost; I crave
Nothing again of all life gave;
I only crave to find
Oblivion for the mind.
