Hope poems

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Acon and Rhodope; or, Inconstancy

© Walter Savage Landor

The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by,Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve,Some froward, some sedater, some adorn'dFor festival, some reckless of attire

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Rotten Row

© Frederick Locker Lampson

I hope I'm fond of much that's good, As well as much that's gay;I'd like the country if I could; I love the Park in May:And when I ride in Rotten Row,I wonder why they call'd it so.

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Mortality

© Knox William

(Job, iii. Ecclesiastes, i.)

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McAndrew's Hymn

© Rudyard Kipling

Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,An', taught by time, I tak' it so--exceptin' always Steam

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Gentlemen-Rankers

© Rudyard Kipling

To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed, And a trooper of the Empress, if you please

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The Centipede

© King Edith L. M.

I've often watched you, centipede,And I can't think howeverYou manage those long rows of feet --You must be very clever.

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Endymion

© John Keats

BOOK IIts loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing

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Labor’s Greeting

© Joussaye Marie

To His Royal Highness, the Duke of Cornwall and York.Canada, 1901

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Sometimes

© Jones Jr. Thomas S.

Across the fields of yesterday He sometimes comes to me,A little lad just back from play -- The lad I used to be.

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The Vanity of Human Wishes

© Samuel Johnson

Let observation with extensive view,

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London: A Poem, in Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal

© Samuel Johnson

Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,

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Flint and Feather

© Emily Pauline Johnson

Ojistoh1.2Of him whose name breathes bravery and life1.3And courage to the tribe that calls him chief.1.4I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he1.5Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me.

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Awakener

© Hyde Robin

But rain slides round us now, a fine grey cloudLike the wraith castle in a fairy tale,Sheltering those hearts that could not quite prevailWith the bold gules and azure, painted proudOn earth's sure banners

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The Wreck of the Deutschland (Dec. 6, 7, 1875)

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

[[A-text]]to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns,exiles by the Falck Laws, drowned betweenmidnight & morning of December 7 [[1875]].

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The Beadle's Annual Address

© Thomas Hood

The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,The ploughman homeward plods his weary way And this is Christmas Eve, and here I be!

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Why do I feel guilty in the lingerie department at The Bay

© Holbrook Susan

After all, I'm a woman, I'm old enough to look casual in here, I'm in my prime, in fact: why not try on a few things, discuss sizes and wires with the clerk like it's nothing, a bit of a chore even, like shopping for sneakers

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Before Action

© Hodgson William Noel

By all the glories of the day,And the cool evening's benison:By the last sunset touch that layUpon the hills when day was done:By beauty lavishly outpoured,And blessings carelessly received,By all the days that I have lived,Make me a soldier, Lord

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Tick! Tick! Tick!

© Herschel John Frederick William

(occasioned by an "irregular ode to an old Clock", by Lady ---)