Fear poems
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Victoria
© George Essex Evans
White Star of Womanhood, whose rays
Thro years of peace and years of stress
The Faery Foster-Mother
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
BRIGHT Eyes, Light Eyes! Daughter of a Fay!
I had not been a wedded wife a twelvemonth and a day,
The Hamadryad
© Walter Savage Landor
Her lips were seald; her head sank on his breast.
T is said that laughs were heard within the wood:
But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why?
The Rape Of The Barons Wine
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Who was stealing the Baron's wine,
Golden sherry and port so old,
One Woman's Memory
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,
And here are the letters he wrote to me.
The Loving Ballad Of Lord Bateman
© Andrew Lang
Lord Bateman was a noble lord,
A noble lord of high degree;
He shipped himself all aboard of a ship,
Some foreign country for to see.
Farewell To Arcady
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
With sombre mien, the Evening gray
Comes nagging at the heels of Day,
And driven faster and still faster
Before the dusky-mantled Master,
The light fades from her fearful eyes,
She hastens, stumbles, falls, and dies.
Don Juan: Canto The Eighth
© George Gordon Byron
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOL
June 11, 1910
George Washington
© James Russell Lowell
Soldier and statesman, rarest unison;
High-poised example of great duties done
The Idyl Of Battle Hollow
© Francis Bret Harte
No, I won't,--thar, now, so! And it ain't nothin',--no!
And thar's nary to tell that you folks yer don't know;
And it's "Belle, tell us, do!" and it's "Belle, is it true?"
And "Wot's this yer yarn of the Major and you?"
Till I'm sick of it all,--so I am, but I s'pose
Thet is nothin' to you. . . . Well, then, listen! yer goes!
The Girl Martyr
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Upon his sculptured judgment throne the Roman Ruler sate;
His glittering minions stood around in all their gorgeous state;
But proud as were the noble names that flashed upon each shield
Names known in lofty council halls as well as tented field
None dared approach to break the spell of deep and silent gloom
That hoverd oer his haughty brow, like shadow of the tomb.
The Prodigal Son
© Edith Nesbit
COME home, come home, for your eyes are sore
With the glare of the noonday sun,
And nothing looks as it did before,
And the best of the day is done.
Love In Disguise
© John Kenyon
Unscathed through Beauty's thorny ways
Be mine, I said, henceforth to rove;
The Stars.
© Arthur Henry Adams
THE terrible tranquillity of space!
My soul shrinks back in sudden doubt. I fear
The myriad eyes that through the ether peer,
And chill the arrogance that dared to trace
Sun and Moon
© George MacDonald
First came the red-eyed sun as I did wake;
He smote me on the temples and I rose,
