Fear poems
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The Deil's Forhooit His Ain
© George MacDonald
The Deil's forhooit his ain, his ain!
The Deil's forhooit his ain!
His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk,
For the Deil's forhooit his ain.
To A Little Charmer
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Come kiss me, little Charmer,
Nor suppose a kiss can harm you;
"Long Time A Child . . . "
© Hartley Coleridge
LONG time a child, and still a child, when years
Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I, -
The Childs Dream
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Buried in childhoods cloudless dreams, a fair-haired nursling lay,
A soft smile hovered round the lips as if still oped to pray;
And then a vision came to him, of beauty, strange and mild,
Such as may only fill the dreams of a pure sinless child.
A Presentiment
© William Cullen Bryant
"Oh father, let us hence--for hark,
A fearful murmur shakes the air.
The clouds are coming swift and dark:--
What horrid shapes they wear!
A winged giant sails the sky;
Oh father, father, let us fly!"
On Cutting Down The Thorn At Market-Hill
© Jonathan Swift
At Market-Hill, as well appears
By chronicle of ancient date,
There stood for many hundred years
A spacious thorn before the gate.
The Over-Song Of Niagara
© John Daniel Logan
WHY stand ye, nurslings of Earth, before my gates,
Mouthing aloud my glory and my thrall?
Sonnet From The Portuguese Of Semedo
© William Cullen Bryant
It is a fearful night; a feeble glare
Streams from the sick moon in the o'erclouded sky;
A Summer In Tuscany
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Do you remember, Lucy,
How, in the days gone by
We spent a summer together,
A summer in Tuscany,
In the chestnut woods by the river,
You and the rest and I?
The New Zealot To The Sun
© Herman Melville
Persian, you rise
Aflame from climes of sacrifice
Where adulators sue,
And prostrate man, with brow abased,
Adheres to rites whose tenor traced
All worship hitherto.
When the Ladies Come to the Shearing Shed
© Henry Lawson
THE LADIES are coming, the super says
To the shearers sweltering there,
Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio
© John Keats
I.
Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
Hope Is Not For The Wise
© Robinson Jeffers
Hope is not for the wise, fear is for fools;
Change and the world, we think, are racing to a fall,
A Story Of Doom: Book IV.
© Jean Ingelow
Now while these evil ones took counsel strange,
The son of Lamech journeyed home; and, lo!
Passion And Love
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
A MAIDEN wept and, as a comforter,
Came one who cried, "I love thee," and he seized
A Hymn Of Love
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O hush, sweet birds, that linger in lonely song!
Hold in your evening fragrance, wet May--bloom!
But drooping branches and leaves that greenly throng,
Darken and cover me over in tenderer gloom.
The Tower Beyond Tragedy
© Robinson Jeffers
I
You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
Lines
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I 'm ashamed,--that 's the fact,--it 's a pitiful case,--
Won't any kind classmate get up in my place?
Just remember how often I've risen before,--
I blush as I straighten my legs on the floor!
Celia To Damon
© Matthew Prior
What can I say? What Arguments can prove
My Truth? What Colors can describe my Love?
If it's Excess and Fury be not known,
In what Thy Celia has already done?
