Fear poems

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"You Bid Me Try"

© Henry Austin Dobson

You bid me try, blue-eyes, to write
A Rondeau. What! - forthwith? - tonight?
Reflect. Some skill I have, 'tis true; But thirteen lines! - and rimed on two! "Refrain" as well. Ah, Hapless plight!

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Monument Mountain

© William Cullen Bryant

Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild
Mingled in harmony on Nature's face,
Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot
Fail not with weariness, for on their tops

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Rungate Rungate

© Robert Hayden


  Runagate
 Runagate
  Runagate

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Olney Hymn 35: Welcome Cross

© William Cowper

'Tis my happiness below

Not to live without the cross,

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A Revery

© Katherine Philips

DEATH is a leveller; beauty and kings,

And conquerours, and all those glorious things,

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Sonnet XXVII.

© Charlotte Turner Smith

SIGHING I see yon little troop at play,
By sorrow yet untouch'd; unhurt by care;
While free and sportive they enjoy to-day,
'Content and careless of to-morrow's fare!'

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On the Prospect of Peace

© Thomas Tickell

To the Lord Privy Seal

Contending kings, and fields of death, too long

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The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.

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Experience

© Hugo von Hofmannsthal

The valley of dusk was filled

With a silver-grey fragrance, like the moon

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VIII: Song: To Sicknesse

© Benjamin Jonson

Why, Disease, dost thou molest

Ladies? and of them the best?

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Sleep And Poetry

© John Keats

As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese. ~ Chaucer

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Orlando Furioso Canto 21

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Zerbino for Gabrina, who a heart

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How Do You Tackle Your Work?

© Edgar Albert Guest

How do you tackle your work each day?

Are you scared of the job you find?

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Lucifer’s Deputy

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

A POET once, whose tuneful soul, perchance,
Too fondly leaned toward sin, and sin's romance,
On a long vanished eve, so calm and clear
None could have deemed an evil spirit near,

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The Prisoner Of Chillon

© George Gordon Byron


Sonnet on Chillon

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!

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Nathan The Wise - Act I

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

  O Nathan, Nathan,
How miserable you had nigh become
During this little absence; for your house -

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Nellie Lost and Found

© Henry Clay Work

Wake the boys to search for Nellie!
Stay not for the dawn;
Who shall sleep when from the mother's fold
One little lamb is gone.

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Shadows on the Floor

© Henry Clay Work

Out of employ! out of employ!
Distress in the cottage where once there was joy;
How frightful the shadows that fall on the floor
When Want and Starvation appear at the door!

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At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The Eng

© John Milton

Then Ens is represented as Father of the Predicaments his ten
Sons, whereof the Eldest stood for Substance with his Canons,
which Ens thus speaking, explains.

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A Winter Prayer

© George MacDonald

Come through the gloom of clouded skies,
The slow dim rain and fog athwart;
Through east winds keen with wrong and lies
Come and lift up my hopeless heart.