Poems begining by O
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Oft Have I Vowd How Dearly I Did Love Thee
© John Wilbye
Oft have I vowd how dearly I did love thee,
And oft observd thee with all willing duty,
Of Holiness Of Life
© John Bunyan
Now, then, if holiness thou wouldst obtain,
And wouldst a tender Christian man remain,
Our Country
© Edgar Albert Guest
God grant that we shall never see
Our country slave to lust and greed;
Ode, Written On The Opening Of The Last Campaign
© Amelia Opie
Spring! thy impatient bloom restrain,
Nor wake so soon thy genial pow'r,
Oh For A Day Of Spring
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Oh for a day of Spring,
A day of flowers and folly,
Of birds that pipe and sing
And boyhood's melancholy!
I would not grudge the laughter,
The tears that followed after.
On The Way To The Bottom
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
On the way to the bottom
I met an ole friend of mine
He said "Buddy, I do believe
this is the end of the line"
Ode On Venice
© George Gordon Byron
I.
Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls
Are level with the waters, there shall be
A cry of nations o'er thy sunken halls,
A loud lament along the sweeping sea!
If I, a northern wanderer, weep for thee,
O Mutter, halte dein Kindlein warm,
© Clemens Maria Brentano
O Mutter, halte dein Kindlein warm,
Die Welt ist kalt und helle,
Und trag es fromm in deinem Arm
An deines Herzens Schwelle.
On Returning To England
© Alfred Austin
There! once again I stand on home,
Though round me still there swirls the foam,
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
© Walt Whitman
Shine! shine! shine!
Pour down your warmth, great sun!
While we bask, we two together.
On the Paroo
© Henry Kendall
AS WHEN the strong stream of a wintering sea
Rolls round our coast, with bodeful breaks of storm,
On A Battered Beauty (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Hair, wax, rouge, honey, teeth you buy,
A multifarious store!
A mask at once would all supply
Nor would it cost you more.
Ode to My Socks
© Pablo Neruda
The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
Old Memory
© William Butler Yeats
O THOUGHT, fly to her when the end of day
Awakens an old memory, and say,
Oh When Will Autumn Moon and Spring Flowers End
© Li Yu
Oh when will autumn moon and spring flowers end?
How many past events I've known.
On Six Cambridge Lasses Bathing Themselves
© Thomas Randolph
When bashfull daylight now was gone
And night, that hides a blush, came on.
Other People
© Margaret Widdemer
I LOOK at all the people
Who meet me and are gay,
And wonder have they broken hearts
That hurt night and day?
