Hope poems

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The Second Elegy

© Rainer Maria Rilke

If only we too could discover a pure contained
human place our own strip of fruit-bearing soil
between river and rock. For our own heart always exceeds us
as theirs did. And we can no longer follow it gazing
into images that soothe it into the godlike bodies
where measured more greatly if achieves a greater repose.

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From an Atlas of the Difficult World

© Adrienne Rich

I know you are reading this poem

late, before leaving your office

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The One in Paradise

© Edgar Allan Poe

THOU wast that all to me love
For which my soul did pine --
A green isle in the sea love
A fountain and a shrine
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers
And all the flowers were mine.

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A Dream within a Dream

© Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow


And in parting from you now

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The Earthly Paradise: Apology

© William Morris

Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing,

I cannot ease the burden of your fears,

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Modern Love XX: I Am Not of Those

© George Meredith

I am not of those miserable males

Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap,

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Eugenia Todd

© Edgar Lee Masters

Have any of you, passers-by,

Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort?

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Song of the Silent Land

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(Lied: Ins Stille Land)


BY JOHANN GAUDENZ VON SALIS-SEEWIS

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The Lights of Cobb and Co

© Henry Lawson

Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men;

A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then;

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Movimiento estudiantil

© Taja Kramberger

My dear students,
little pigeons from the Forja factory in Buenos Aires.
The institution we built together has become
a hangar for hanging pieces of discounted meat.

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To Celia

© Benjamin Jonson

Drinke to me, onely, with thine eyes,


And I will pledge with mine;

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Satires of Circumstance in Fifteen Glimpses VIII: In the St

© Thomas Hardy

He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair

Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there,

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Hear, ye Ladies

© John Gould Fletcher

HEAR, ye ladies that despise

What the mighty Love has done;

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Heri Cras Hodie

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

SHINES the last age the next with hope is seen
To-day slinks poorly off unmarked between:
Future or Past no richer secret folds
O friendless Present! than thy bosom holds.

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Troilus And Cressida

© John Dryden

Can life be a blessing,

Or worth the possessing,

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Dickinson Poems by Number

© Emily Dickinson

One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

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Of Hope and Dinosaurs

© Syl Cheney-Coker

Always, we searched in the stone river,


while the slaughterhouse was waiting for us,

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An A.b.c

© Geoffrey Chaucer

AN A.B.C.
Here begins the song according to the order of the
letters of the alphabet

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385. Song-Auld Rob Morris

© Robert Burns

THERE’S Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,
He’s the King o’ gude fellows, and wale o’ auld men;
He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine,
And ae bonie lass, his dautie and mine.

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362. Song-Thou Gloomy December

© Robert Burns

ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!
Ance mair I hail thee wi’ sorrow and care;
Sad was the parting thou makes me remember—
Parting wi’ Nancy, oh, ne’er to meet mair!