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 Poet
1 William Wordsworth
2 Emily Dickinson
3 William Shakespeare
4 Maya Angelou
5 Langston Hughes
6 Robert Frost
7 Walt Whitman
8 Rabindranath Tagore
9 Shel Silverstein
10 William Blake
11 Pablo Neruda
12 Sylvia Plath
13 Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings
14 William Butler Yeats
15 Tupac Shakur
16 Oscar Wilde
17 Rudyard Kipling
18 Sandra Cisneros
19 Alfred Lord Tennyson
20 Alice Walker
21 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
22 Billy Collins
23 Christina Rossetti
24 Carol Ann Duffy
25 Charles Bukowski
26 Edgar Allan Poe
27 Sarojini Naidu
28 John Donne
29 Ralph Waldo Emerson
30 Nikki Giovanni
31 John Keats
32 Raymond Carver
33 Mark Twain
34 Thomas Hardy
35 Anne Sexton
36 Lewis Carroll
37 Elizabeth Barrett Browning
38 Gary Soto
39 Carl Sandburg
40 Alexander Pushkin
41 Gwendolyn Brooks
42 Henry David Thoreau
43 George (Lord) Byron
44 Spike Milligan
45 Margaret Atwood
46 Muhammad Ali
47 Roger McGough
48 Sara Teasdale
49 Jane Austen
50 Allen Ginsberg
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Famous Short Hope Poems

Famous Short Hope Poems. Short Hope Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Hope short poems

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by Gelett Burgess

The Purple Cow

 I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one!


by Gelett Burgess

The Purple Cow

 I NEVER SAW A PURPLE COW,
I NEVER HOPE TO SEE ONE;
BUT I CAN TELL YOU, ANYHOW,
I'D RATHER SEE THAN BE ONE!


by Dorothy Parker

Post-Graduate

 Hope it was that tutored me,
And Love that taught me more;
And now I learn at Sorrow's knee
The self-same lore.


by Dorothy Parker

De Profundis

 Oh, is it, then, Utopian
To hope that I may meet a man
Who'll not relate, in accents suave,
The tales of girls he used to have?


by William Morris

Night

 I am Night: I bring again
Hope of pleasure, rest from pain:
Thoughts unsaid 'twixt Life and Death
My fruitful silence quickeneth.


by Dorothy Parker

Alfred Lord Tennyson

 Should Heaven send me any son,
I hope he's not like Tennyson.
I'd rather have him play a fiddle Than rise and bow and speak an idyll.


by Emily Dickinson

Somewhat to hope for

 Somewhat, to hope for,
Be it ne'er so far
Is Capital against Despair --

Somewhat, to suffer,
Be it ne'er so keen --
If terminable, may be borne.


by Alexander Pushkin

On Count Voronstov

 One half Milord, one half in trade, 
One half a sage, one half a dunce, 
One half a crook, but here for once 
There's every hope he'll make the grade.


by Omar Khayyam

I wasted life in hope, yet gathered not

I wasted life in hope, yet gathered not
In all my life of happiness one jot;
Now my fear is that life may not endure.
Till I have taken vengeance on my lot!


by Edward Lear

There was an old person of Bow

There was an old person of Bow,
Whom nobody happened to know;
So they gave him some soap, and said coldly, "We hope
You will go back directly to Bow!"


by Omar Khayyam

O thou who hast done ill, and ill alone,

O thou who hast done ill, and ill alone,
And thinkest to find mercy at the throne,
Hope not for mercy! for good left undone
Cannot be done, nor evil done undone!


by Omar Khayyam

I close the door of hope in my own face,

I close the door of hope in my own face,
Nor sue for favours from good men, or base;
I have but ONE to lend a helping hand,
He knows, as well as I, my sorry case.


by Omar Khayyam

My true condition I may thus explain

My true condition I may thus explain
In two short verses which the whole contain:
«From love to Thee I now lay down my life,
In hope Thy love will raise me up again.»


by Omar Khayyam

Here in this tavern haunt I make my lair,

Here in this tavern haunt I make my lair,
Pawning for wine, heart, soul, and all I wear,
Without a hope of bliss, or fear of bale,
Rapt above water, earth, and fire, and air.


by Omar Khayyam

The fruit of certitude he cannot pluck,

The fruit of certitude he cannot pluck,
The path that leads thereto who never struck,
Nor ever shook the bough with strenuous hand;
To-day is lost; hope for to-morrow's luck.


by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Heri Cras Hodie

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.


by Emily Dickinson

Could Hope inspect her Basis

 Could Hope inspect her Basis
Her Craft were done --
Has a fictitious Charter
Or it has none --

Balked in the vastest instance
But to renew --
Felled by but one assassin --
Prosperity --


by Robert Graves

Love Without Hope

 Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.


by Emily Dickinson

Hope is a strange invention --

 Hope is a strange invention --
A Patent of the Heart --
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out --

Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is known
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own --


by Walt Whitman

To the Reader at Parting

 NOW, dearest comrade, lift me to your face, 
We must separate awhile—Here! take from my lips this kiss.
Whoever you are, I give it especially to you; So long!—And I hope we shall meet again.


by Emily Dickinson

The way Hope builds his House

 The way Hope builds his House
It is not with a sill --
Nor Rafter -- has that Edifice
But only Pinnacle --

Abode in as supreme
This superficies
As if it were of Ledges smit
Or mortised with the Laws --


by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Strike Churl

 Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail 
May’s beauty massacre and wisp?d wild clouds grow 
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No, 
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.


by Omar Khayyam

I am worthy neither of Hell nor a celestial abode; God

I am worthy neither of Hell nor a celestial abode; God
knows from what clay he has moulded me. Heretical as
a dervish and foul as a lost woman, I have neither
wealth, nor fortune, nor hope of Paradise.


by Walter Savage Landor

You smiled you spoke and I believed

 You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
Another man would hope no more; Nor hope I what I hoped before: But let not this last wish be vain; Deceive, deceive me once again!


by Emily Dickinson

The Service without Hope --

 The Service without Hope --
Is tenderest, I think --
Because 'tis unsustained
By stint -- Rewarded Work --

Has impetus of Gain --
And impetus of Goal --
There is no Diligence like that
That knows not an Until --


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