Poems begining by O
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Ode To Fear
© Allen Tate
Let the day glare: O memory, your tread
Beats to the pulse of suffocating night-
Night peering from his dark but fire-lit head
Burns on the day his tense and secret light.
On The Lord's Prayer
© Charles Lamb
I have taught your young lips the good words to say over,
Which form the petition we call the Lord's Prayer,
And now let me help my dear child to discover
The meaning of all the good words that are there.
On A Clean Book
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Like sea-washed sand upon the shore,
So fine and clean the tale,
So clear and bright I almost see,
The flashing of a sail.
On Visiting the Graves of Hawthorne and Thoreau
© Jones Very
Beneath these shades, beside yon winding stream,
Lies Hawthorne's manly form, the mortal part!
Only Love May Lead Love In
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
Love must kiss that mortals eyes
Who hopes to see fair Arcady.
On Certain Pastorals
© William Shenstone
So rude and tuneless are thy lays,
The weary audience vow
'Tis not th' Arcadian swain that sings,
But 'tis his herds that low.
One, Two
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
One, two, three, four
find yourself a wife choose her!
Do not dally, don't be late
or someone else'll get there first.
On The Banks O' Deer Crick
© James Whitcomb Riley
On the banks o' Deer Crick! There's the place fer me!--
Worter slidin' past ye jes as clair as it kin be:--
Of The Three Seekers
© William Morris
Whither away to seek good cheer?
Ah me! said the third, that my love were anear!
Were the world as little as it is wide,
In a happy house should ye abide.
Were the world as kind as it is hard,
Ye should behold a fair reward.
Of His Ladies Old Age
© Pierre de Ronsard
When you are very old, at evening
Youll sit and spin beside the fire, and say,
On the Road to Chorrera
© Arlo Bates
THREE horsemen galloped the dusty way
While sun and moon were both in the sky;
An old crone crouched in the cactus shade,
And craved an alms as they rode by.
A friendless hag she seemed to be,
But the queen of a bandit crew was she.
On A Pair Of Dice
© Jonathan Swift
We are little brethren twain,
Arbiters of loss and gain,
Many to our counters run,
Some are made, and some undone:
On Reading The Controversy Between Lord Byron And Mr Bowles
© Barron Field
WHETHER a ship's poetic? - Bowles would own,
If here he dwelt, where Nature is prosaic,
On The Capture Of Fugitive Slaves Near Washington
© James Russell Lowell
Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they who can,
The sympathies, the hopes, the words, that make man truly man;
Let those whose hearts are dungeoned up with interest or with ease
Consent to hear with quiet pulse of loathsome deeds like these!
On The Death Of W. C.
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Thou arrant robber, Death!
Couldst thou not find
Some lesser one than he
To rob of breath,--
Some poorer mind
Thy prey to be?
Ode To a Young Lady
© John Logan
Maria, bright with beauty's glow,
In conscious gayety you go
The pride of all the park:
Attracted groups in silence gaze
And soft behind you hear the praise,
And whisper of the spark.
Old Dwarf Heart
© Anne Sexton
True. All too true. I have never been at home in
life. All my decay has taken place upon a child.
Henderson the Rain King, by Saul Bellow
