Fear poems
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Jean De Breboeuf
© Virna Sheard
As Jean de Breboeuf told his rosary
At sundown in his cell, there came a call!--
Clear as a bell rung on a ship at sea,
Breaking the beauty of tranquillity--
Down from the heart of Heaven it seemed to fall:
The Only Son
© Katharine Tynan
His mother died last year and yet
She wearied Heaven with fear and fret,
Wanting the son she left behind,
And God was patient, being kind.
Within and Without: Part I: A Dramatic Poem
© George MacDonald
Robert.
Head in your hands as usual! You will fret
Your life out, sitting moping in the dark.
Come, it is supper-time.
Since Ive Been In Jail
© Nazim Hikmet
Since I've been in jail
the world has turned around the sun ten times
George and Sarah Green
© William Wordsworth
WHO weeps for strangers? Many wept
For George and Sarah Green;
Wept for that pair's unhappy fate,
Whose grave may here be seen.
Twelfth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
The Son of God in doing good
Was fain to look to Heaven and sigh:
Men In Green
© David Campbell
Oh, there were fifteen men in green,
Each with a tommy-gun,
Who leapt into my plane at dawn;
We rose to meet the sun.
Advice To A Raven In Russia (1812)
© Joel Barlow
Black fool, why winter here? These frozen skies,
Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries,
"Is There A Bitter Pang For Love Removed"
© Thomas Hood
That love might die with sorrow:I am sorrow;
And she, that loves me tenderest, doth press
Most poison from my cruel lips, and borrow
Only new anguish from the old caress;
Oh, this world's grief
Hath no relief
Father William
© Lewis Carroll
"You are old, father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head -
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
Written in Westminster Abbey
© Samuel Rogers
Whoe'er thou art, approach, and, with a sigh,
Mark where the small remains of Greatness lie.
There sleeps the dust of Him for ever gone;
How near the Scene where once his Glory shone!
Tirocinium; or, a Review of Schools
© William Cowper
It is not from his form, in which we trace
Strength join'd with beauty, dignity with grace,
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part V.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--
"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold
The Camp
© Mary Darby Robinson
Tents, marquees, and baggage waggons;
Suttling-houses, beer in flagons;
Divine Love Endures No Rival
© William Cowper
Love is the Lord whom I obey,
Whose will transported I perform;
The centre of my rest, my stay,
Love's all in all to me, myself a worm.
The Mask Of Anarchy
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea,
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
Rosamund
© Jean Ingelow
I dwell where England narrows running north;
And while our hay was cut came rumours up
Humming and swarming round our heads like bees:
What The Scare-Crow Said
© Vachel Lindsay
The dim-winged spirits of the night
Do fear and serve me well.
They creep from out the hedges of
The garden where I dwell.
