John Wilbye Hope Poems

  • 1.
    Alas what hope of speeding
    Where hope beguiled lies bleeding?
    She bade come when she spied me,
    And when I came she flied me.
    ...
  • 2.
    Thus love commands, that I in vain complain me,
    And sorrow will that she shall still disdain me:
    Yet did I hope, which hope my life prolonged,
    To hear her say, alas! His love was wronged.
    ...
  • 3.
    I live, and yet methinks I do not breathe,
    I thirst, and drink, and drink, and thirst again,
    I sleep, and yet I dream I am awake,
    I hope for that I have; I have and want:
    ...
  • 4.
    O, what shall I do, or whither shall I turn me?
    Shall I make unto her eyes? O, no, they'll burn me!
    Shall I seal up my eyes and speak my part?
    Then in a flood of tears I drown my heart,
    ...
  • 5.
    Ah! cruel Amarillis, since thou takâ??st delight
    To hear the accents of a doleful ditty,
    To triumph still without remorse or pity;
    I loathe this life,death must my sorrow right;
    ...
  • 6.
    Long have I made these hills and valleys weary,
    With noise of these my shrieks and cries that fill the air;
    She only, who should make me merry,
    Hears not my prayer:
    ...
  • 7.
    Alas! What a wretched life is this!
    Nay what a death! Where tyrant Love commandeth!
    My flowâ??ring days are in their prime declining,
    All my proud hope quite fallâ??n, and life untwining,
    ...
  • 8.
    Despiteful thus unto myself, I languish,
    And in disdain, myself from joy I banish,
    These secret thoughts enwrap me so in anguish,
    That life, I hope. will soon from body vanish;
    ...
Total 8 Hope Poems by John Wilbye

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Love 30 I Love You 30 Heart 20 Sweet 20 Life 15 Never 10 Death 9 Beauty 8 Hope 8 Grief 6

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