Poems with rhymes of forlorn

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,

Buy them, buy them: eve and morn
Lovers' ills are all to sell.
Then you can lie down forlorn;

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

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

Life's loss may easily be borne,
Of love bereft man is forlorn.

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

Then the rain poured down forlorn,
One slipped, another fell,
One trod upon a thorn,

And few are the hurts to be borne,
But it calls for a leader of courage to cheer
The men in a battle forlorn.

Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn

And if, on this thy natal morn,
The pole, from which thy name
Hath not departed, stands forlorn

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

The poor little army departed, limping and lean and forlorn.
And the heart of the Master-singer grew hot with "the scorn of scorn."

'The keenness of the world hath torn
The heart which opens to its blast;
Despised, neglected, and forlorn,

As mocks itself, because it cannot scorn
The thoughts it would extinguish: 'twas forlorn,

Thy lark forgets that May is grown forlorn
Above the lush blades of the springing corn,

For ridding it in these times forlorn
Of Rats that only consume the corn."

Heavy and dull on the Monday morn,
Comrade Hal went rubbing his head
Rubbing his head with an air forlorn;

Visioning camp-fires at twilight, sad with a longing forlorn,
Feeling my womb o'er-pregnant with the seed of cities unborn.

Upon them not forlorn,
Though of a lineage once abhorred,
Nor yet redeemed from scorn.

At Gundagai next morning (which poets call "th' morn")
The greybeards sought a doctor – a friend of the forlorn –