Hope poems
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The Suburbs
© Humbert Wolfe
Because they are so many and the same,The little houses row on weary row;Because they are so loveless and so lameIt were a bitter thing to tell them so
Will and Testament
© Isabella Whitney
The Aucthour (though loth to leave the Citie)vpon her Friendes procurement, is constrainedto departe: wherfore (she fayneth as she would die)and maketh her WYLL and Testæment, as foloweth:With large Legacies of such Goods and richeswhich she moste aboundantly hath left behind her:and therof maketh LONDON sole executor to seher Legacies performed
An Order Prescribed, by Is. W., to two of her Younger Sisters Serving in London
© Isabella Whitney
Good sisters mine, when I shall further from you dwell,Peruse these lines, observe the rules which in the same I tell
I. W. To her Unconstant Lover
© Isabella Whitney
As close as you your wedding kept, yet now the truth I hear,Which you (ere now) might me have told -- what need you nay to swear?
America
© Whitfield James Monroe
America , it is to thee,Thou boasted land of liberty, --It is to thee I raise my song,Thou land of blood, and crime, and wrong
Youth in Age
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
When younger women stand a breathing space Before their mirrors, with an inward smile At burnished hair or slender throat or wileOf dimpled chin, or nest a rose in laceAnd note how perfectly it mates the face, I, pallid, worn and hollow-templed, pile My heart with thoughts of secret triumphs, whileYoung hopes are mine, young bliss and youth's light pace
Unheard Criticism
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
I talked with you to-day, all three,Two of you lurked unseen:Yourself, the boy you used to be,And the man you might have been.
The Prayer of the Year
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
Leave me Hope when I am old, Strip my joys from me,Let November to the cold Bare each leafy tree;Chill my lover, dull my friend. Only, while I gropeTo the dark the silent end, Leave me Hope!
At the Window
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
How thick about the window of my life Buzz insect-like the tribe of petty frets:Small cares, small thoughts, small trials, and small strife, Small loves and hates, small hopes and small regrets.
Oh Mother of a Mighty Race
© William Cullen Bryant
OH mother of a mighty race
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
The elder dames thy haughty peers
Admire and hate thy blooming years.
With words of shame 5
And taunts of scorn they join thy name.
Man Frail and God Eternal
© Isaac Watts
Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
Aunt Chloe
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
1.1I remember, well remember,1.2 That dark and dreadful day,1.3When they whispered to me, "Chloe,1.4 Your children's sold away!"
The Marble Landing
© Turner Charles (Tennyson)
They sunk a graven stone into the groundWhere first our Garibaldi's ship was moor'd,Whereon an angry record of his woundBeneath those fair memorial lines, was scor'd;At night the accusing tablet was replacedBy one, discharged of that injurious word,That pierced the general bosom like a sword,Belied their love, their common hope disgrac'd
A Poem, Addressed to the Lord Privy Seal, on the Prospect of Peace
© Thomas Tickell
To The Lord Privy SealContending kings, and fields of death, too long,Have been the subject of the British song
Wind from the Sea
© Thorley Wilfred Charles
Weary is the flesh, alas! with many books the eyes are dim
April
© Thorley Wilfred Charles
April, pryde of all the yeareWhen appeare Leaves, and sap in fleecy budGently stirs with hope to yieldFruit fulfilled From the younglynges of the wood;
The City of Dreadful Night
© James Thomson
As I came through the desert thus it was,As I came through the desert: All was black,In heaven no single star, on earth no track;A brooding hush without a stir or note,The air so thick it clotted in my throat;And thus for hours; then some enormous thingsSwooped past with savage cries and clanking wings: But I strode on austere; No hope could have no fear
