Poems with rhymes of scorn

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

Past is my sorrow, the night past, and the morn
Bright on her golden sills.
Only the hill-fold voices drowsily scorn

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

Did I my error mourn?
No — from oppressive bonds relieved,
I left the wretch to scorn.

’Dost thou not in pride and scorn
Fill with tempests all my morn,

Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
Spitting and scorn;

So the loud laugh of scorn,
Out of those lips unshorn,
From the deep drinking-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."

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

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

The worthiest of immigrants I looked upon with scorn
As exotic interlopers under foreign skies engendered,
Though transplanted to my country fifty years ere I was born.

My clerks are gentlemen who'd scorn
To mingle with the lowly born.

Masked hate and envying scorn!
By years of havoc yet unborn!

And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.

The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shake their heads, and laugh in scorn:

With impious thanksgiving, the Almighty's scorn!
How oft above their altars have been hung
Trophies that led the good and wise to mourn

And Love I laugh to scorn
And lust of Fame was but a dream
That vanished with the morn–

Immortal England, goddess ocean-born,
What shall thy children fear, what strengths not scorn,

19 Hath hundred winters past since thou wast born?
20 Or thousand since thou brakest thy shell of horn?
21 If so, all these as nought, Eternity doth scorn.