| First Line of Poem |
Poem Title |
Author |
Lines |
Views |
| O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! |
The Ruined Maid |
Thomas Hardy |
24 |
142 |
| O a fat turkey gobbler once sat on a limb |
The Sad Turkey Gobbler. |
Edwin C. Ranck |
8 |
68 |
| O A new song, a free song, |
Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break |
Walt Whitman |
|
566 |
| O a' ye pious godly flocks, |
The Twa Herds: Or, The Holy Tulzie. |
Robert Burns |
102 |
233 |
| O absent presence! Stella is not here; |
Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet CVI |
Philip Sidney (Sir) |
14 |
89 |
| O Abyssinian tree, |
Song Of The Nubian Girl. |
Thomas Moore |
16 |
94 |
| O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, |
Acknowledgment. |
Sidney Lanier |
56 |
174 |
| O Alec, up at Soutar's fairm, |
The Heid Horseman |
Violet Jacob |
40 |
197 |
| O all ye fair ladies with your colours and your graces, |
The Revenant |
Walter De La Mare |
16 |
16 |
| O all you little blackey tops, |
The Scarecrow |
Walter Crane |
8 |
272 |
| O Allison Gross, that lives in yon tow'r, |
Allison Gross |
Frank Sidgwick |
49 |
77 |
| O Andrew Fairservice, - but I beg pardon, |
Ode To Sir Andrew Agnew, Bart.[1] |
Thomas Hood |
105 |
192 |
| O angel looks! O accents of the skies! |
Sonnet CCXV. |
Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch) |
28 |
104 |
| O Angel, the most brilliant and most wise, |
Litanies Of Satan |
Charles Baudelaire |
51 |
335 |
| O Antioch, my Antioch, my city! |
Judas Maccabaeus. |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
1063 |
203 |
| O aptly named, Illustrious One! |
Mystical Rose, Pray For Us! |
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon |
32 |
142 |
| O Ary Scheffer! when beneath thine eye, |
On A Prayer-Book, With its Frontispiece, Ary Scheffer’s "Christus Consolator," Americanized By The Omission of The Black Man |
John Greenleaf Whittier |
71 |
356 |
| O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèd |
To Autumn |
William Blake |
18 |
330 |
| O ay my wife she dang me, |
O Ay My Wife She Dang Me. |
Robert Burns |
16 |
268 |
| O aye! they had woone child bezide, |
The Child An' The Mowers |
William Barnes |
|
744 |
| O Bacchus, what a world of toil, both now |
The Cyclops. A Satyric Drama Translated From The Greek Of Euripides. |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
1047 |
140 |
| O bard of fortune, you deem me nought |
The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket |
Henry Lawson |
32 |
386 |
| O beauteous hand! that dost my heart subdue, |
Sonnet CLXVI. |
Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch) |
28 |
104 |
| O beautiful for spacious skies, |
America The Beautiful |
Katharine Lee Bates |
32 |
476 |
| O beautiful hills in the purple light, |
Sunset on the Mississippi. |
Fannie Isabelle Sherrick |
40 |
120 |
| O beautiful Stars, when you see me go |
Starlight |
Laurence Hope (Adela Florence Cory Nicolson) |
15 |
212 |
| O Beautiful white Angels! who control |
Their Faces |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
22 |
7 |
| O beautiful woman, too well we know |
Beatrice Cenci. |
Fannie Isabelle Sherrick |
58 |
97 |
| O Beauty! do you visit from the sky |
Hymn To Beauty |
Charles Baudelaire |
28 |
335 |
| O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet! |
O Beauty, Passing Beauty! |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
459 |
| O bells that rang, O bells that sang |
The Mission Bells of Monterey |
Bret Harte (Francis) |
21 |
690 |
| O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, |
Bessy Bell And Mary Gray |
Frank Sidgwick |
16 |
82 |
| O Bethlehem, where Christ was born |
O Bethlehem! |
Nancy Rebecca Campbell Glass |
20 |
271 |
| O bid me mount and sail up there |
A Man Young And Old:- His Wildness |
William Butler Yeats |
12 |
670 |
| O big old tree, so tall an' fine, |
The Noble Old Elm |
James Whitcomb Riley |
24 |
67 |
| O bird that somewhere yonder sings, |
To A Bird At Dawn |
Richard Le Gallienne |
54 |
148 |
| O bitter sprig! Confession sprig! |
O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! |
Walt Whitman |
|
621 |
| O Bitter wind toward the sunset blowing, |
The Only Son |
Henry John Newbolt, Sir |
16 |
92 |
| O blackbird! sing me something well: |
The Blackbird |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
610 |
| O blessed drums of Aldershot! |
The South Wind: A Fisherman's Blessings |
Charles Kingsley |
12 |
177 |
| O blessed spirit! who dost oft return, |
To Laura In Death. Sonnet XIV. |
Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch) |
28 |
82 |
| O blessed Sun! that sole sweet leaf I love, |
Sonnet CLV. |
Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch) |
14 |
122 |
| O blithe New-comer! I have heard, |
To The Cuckoo |
William Wordsworth |
|
513 |
| O blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds! |
Don Juan - Canto The Eighth. |
George Gordon Byron |
1128 |
368 |
| O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; |
Sharing Eve's Apple |
John Keats |
20 |
718 |
| O Bonnie was yon rosy brier, |
O Bonnie Was Yon Rosy Brier. |
Robert Burns |
16 |
288 |
| O boy of the West! |
To A Western Boy |
Walt Whitman |
|
365 |
| O but there is wisdom |
Consolation |
William Butler Yeats |
|
612 |
| O but we talked at large before |
Sixteen Dead Men |
William Butler Yeats |
|
615 |
| O Caesar, we who are about to die |
Morituri Salutamus - Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Class Of 1825 In Bowdoin College |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
285 |
138 |
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