Poems with rhymes of born

And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born.

With tears that none will scorn--
O Keepers of the House of old,
Or ever we were born!

Love lies buried where 'twas born,
Ah, faithless nymph! think it no scorn

Through the pale arch of orient the morn
Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born,

Them only never shorn -
The few by all the winds
And chill mutations born

Though both were English born.
I towards the night of time decline,
You mount into the morn.

Out of your pain born.
They have stolen the sun’s power
With their feet on your shoulders worn.

Then love was born;
Then Venus rose to save
A world forlorn.

A little child was born --
To-day, with pomp of martial show,
We hail his natal morn.

In our hearts when we were born
Young Desire laughed with us,
So, so old now and forlorn

Each for other they were born,
Each can other best adorn;

............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born
In Stygian cave forlorn

And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn,

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,

No, hardly, but seeing he had been born
In a half savage country, out of date;
Bent resolutely on wringing lilies from the acorn;

With eager eyes I greet the morn,
Exultant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born

What promise for the season newly born?
Shall wave on wave of flow'rs, full tide of corn,

Born in the mountains, lonesome-born,
Raised runnin' ragged thu' the cockleburrs and corn.

Joy rose within her, like a summer's morn;
Peace, Peace on Earth! the Prince of Peace is born.

We dreamed that a great painter had been born
To cold Clare rock and Galway rock and thorn,