Poems Index - O

O fair mistrust of earth's more solid shows...
by Anne Whitney
O Friend, Begin A Loftier Song
by Elizabeth Stoddard
O high-born souls, such as God sends to mould...
by Anne Whitney
O Lay Thy Hand In Mine, Dear!
by Gerald Massey
O Mankind's God! most silent and most lowly
by Anne Whitney
O night, a terrible dismay still lurks...
by Anne Whitney
O solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
by John Keats
O The Shamrock!
by Thomas Moore
O Thou Who Dry'st The Mourner's Tear.
by Thomas Moore
Occult
by Madison Julius Cawein
October
by Madison Julius Cawein
October
by Elizabeth Stoddard
October
by Alice Cary
October
by Helen Hunt Jackson
Ode
by John Keats
Ode On Melancholy
by John Keats
Ode To Apollo
by William Cowper
Ode To Peace
by William Cowper
Ode To Ruin
by Robert Burns
Ode To Sir William Sidney On His Birthday
by Ben Jonson
Ode To The Germans
by Thomas Campbell
Ode To The Moon
by Thomas Hood
Ode To Tranquillity
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ode: Autumn
by Thomas Hood
Odes Of Anacreon: And whose immortal hand could shed...
And whose immortal hand could shed...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Away, away, you men of rules...
Away, away, you men of rules...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray...
Cupid, whose lamp has lent the ray...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Fill me, boy, as deep a draught...
Fill me, boy, as deep a draught...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: From dread Leucadia's frowning steep,
From dread Leucadia's frowning steep...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Golden hues of youth are fled...
Golden hues of youth are fled...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: I care not for the idle state...
I care not for the idle state...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: I fear that love disturbs my rest
I fear that love disturbs my rest...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: I know thou lovest a brimming measure...
I know thou lovest a brimming measure...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: If hoarded gold possess'd a power...
If hoarded gold possess'd a power...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Let me resign a wretched breath...
Let me resign a wretched breath...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Mix me, child, a cup divine...
Mix me, child, a cup divine...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Observe when mother earth is dry...
Observe when mother earth is dry...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: One day the Muses twined the hands...
One day the Muses twined the hands...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn...
Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Tis true, my fading years decline...
'Tis true, my fading years decline...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: To all that breathe the airs of heaven...
To all that breathe the airs of heaven...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: When my thirsty soul I steep...
When my thirsty soul I steep...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Within this goblet rich and deep...
Within this goblet rich and deep...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Yes -- loving is a painful thrill...
Yes -- loving is a painful thrill...
by Thomas Moore
Odes Of Anacreon: Yes, be the glorious revel mine...
Yes, be the glorious revel mine...
by Thomas Moore
Odes To Nea: If I were yonder wave, my dear...
If I were yonder wave, my dear...
by Thomas Moore
Odes To Nea: A Kiss A L'Antique
Behold, my love, the curious gem...
by Thomas Moore
Odes To Nea: I Found Her Not
I found her not -- the chamber seem'd...
by Thomas Moore
Odes To Nea: I stole along the flowery bank...
I stole along the flowery bank...
by Thomas Moore
Odes To Nea: On Seeing An Infant In Nea's Arms
The first ambrosial child of bliss...
by Thomas Moore
Odes To Nea: On The Loss Of A Letter Intended For Nea
Oh! it was fill'd with words of flame...
by Thomas Moore
Odes To Nea: The Snow Spirit
No, ne'er did the wave in its element steep...
by Thomas Moore
Odes To Nea: There's not a look, a word of thine...
There's not a look, a word of thine...
by Thomas Moore
Odes To Nea: Well, peace to thy heart, though another's it be...
Well, peace to thy heart, though another's it be...
by Thomas Moore
Odes To Nea: You read it in my languid eyes...
You read it in my languid eyes...
by Thomas Moore
Of better fortune coming, then, talk not...
by Anne Whitney
Of Life And Death
by Ben Jonson
Of One Asleep
by Alice Cary
Of Such As I Have
by Susan Coolidge
Oft In The Stilly Night
by Thomas Moore
Oh! Breathe Not His Name
by Thomas Moore
Oh! Come
by Walter M. Lindsay
Oh! Days Of Youth
by Thomas Moore
Oh! Doubt Me Not
by Thomas Moore
Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle Of Our Own!
by Thomas Moore
Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, ...
by John Keats
Oh! The Sight Entrancing
by Thomas Moore
Oh! Where's The Slave
by Thomas Moore
Oh, Arranmore, Loved Arranmore
by Thomas Moore
Oh, Banquet Not
by Thomas Moore
Oh, Fairest Of The Rural Maids
by William Cullen Bryant
Oh, No - Not E'en When First We Loved.
by Thomas Moore
Oh, The Wild, Wild Days Of Youth!
by Elizabeth Stoddard
Oh, Where Are All The Good Little Girls
by Mary Mapes Dodge
Old and New
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Old Ironsides
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Old St. David's At Radnor
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Old Times
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Oliver Basselin
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Omar Khayyam
by Frank Dempster Sherman
Omens
by Madison Julius Cawein
On A Cataract
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
On A Clock
by Frank Dempster Sherman
On A Dream
by John Keats
On A Greek Vase
by Frank Dempster Sherman
On A Picture Of Leander
by John Keats
On A Portrait Of Wordsworth
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
On Death
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
On Fame (Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy ...).
by John Keats
On Fame (How fever'd is the man, who cannot look ...)
by John Keats
On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer
by John Keats
On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour
by John Keats
On Leigh Hunt's Poem, The Story Of Rimini.
by John Keats
On Music
by Thomas Moore
On My Bed Of A Winter Night.
by Elizabeth Stoddard
On My First Daughter
by Ben Jonson
On My First Son
by Ben Jonson
On Observing A Blossom On The First Of February 1796
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
On Parting For A Time With An Infant's Portrait
by Frances Sargent Locke Osgood
On Pitz Languard
by John Hay
On Pressing Some Flowers
by Henry Timrod
On Quiet Waters
by Celia Thaxter
On Reading
by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
On Receiving A Gift
by Thomas Hood
On Seeing The Elgin Marbles
by John Keats
On Sensibility
by Robert Burns
On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again.
by John Keats
On Something, That Walks Somewhere
by Ben Jonson
On The Banks Of A Rocky Stream
by William Wordsworth
On The Beach
by Celia Thaxter
On The Bridge Of Sighs
by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
On The Burning Of Lord Mansfield's Library
by William Cowper
On The Campagna
by Elizabeth Stoddard
On The Death Of A Young Sister
by James Nack
On The Grasshopper And Cricket
by John Keats
On The Headland
by Bayard Taylor
On The Near Prospect Of Leaving Home
by Caroline Bowles Southey
On The Sea
by John Keats
On The Shore
by Susan Coolidge
On this long storm the rainbow rose...
by Emily Dickinson
Once Before
by Rose Terry Cooke
Once In A While
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Once More Together
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One Bumper At Parting
by Thomas Moore
One dignity delays for all...
by Emily Dickinson
One Last Embrace
by Ron Tranmer
One Morn I Left Him In His Bed
by Elizabeth Stoddard
One Of These
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One Of Us Two
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One Way Of Love
by Robert Browning
One Woman's Plea
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Only A Kiss
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Only For One
by Achsa White Sprague
Opium
by Madison Julius Cawein
Optimism
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Originality
by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Orpheus (Not Minos, iron judge, alone shall speak)
by Bayard Taylor
Orpheus (You sit serene upon your golden seats, ...)
by Bayard Taylor
Our Angel
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Our Driftwood Fire
by Katharine Lee Bates
Our Friend
by Phoebe Carey
Our Lives
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Our Pastor
by Ron Tranmer
Our share of night to bear...
by Emily Dickinson
Our Yankee Girls
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Out Of Bounds
by John Banister Tabb
Out Of The Shell
by Mary Mapes Dodge
Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley