Fear poems
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Three Men Of Gotham
© Thomas Love Peacock
Seamen three! What men be ye?
Gothams three wise men we be.
Whither in your bowl so free?
To rake the moon from out the sea.
To A Youthful Friend
© George Gordon Byron
Few years have pass'd since thou and I
Were firmest friends, at least in name,
And childhood's gay sincerity
Preserved our feelings long the same.
The Missionary - Canto Seventh
© William Lisle Bowles
The watchman on the tower his bugle blew,
And swelling to the morn the streamers flew;
Travels By The Fireside. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
Points to the misty main,
The Quiet Pilgrim:
© Edith Matilda Thomas
WHEN on my soul in nakedness
His swift, avertless hand did press,
Wait For The Morning
© James Whitcomb Riley
Wait for the morning:--It will come, indeed,
As surely as the night hath given need.
Suggested By The Death Of Charles Skinner Matthews
© John Kenyon
Joyously launched on life's untravelled streams,
Youth fears nor open sea nor treacherous bay;
The Aristocrat
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to stay
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away).
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The summer I had passed in my own fashion
High in the Alps, a proselyte to toil.
I was released and free, and spent my passion
On the bare rocks as on a fruitful soil.
Sunday
© George MacDonald
A dim, vague shrinking haunts my soul,
My spirit bodeth ill-
As some far-off restraining bank
Had burst, and waters, many a rank,
Were marching on my hill;
A Book of Dreams: Part I
© George MacDonald
I lay and dreamed. The master came
In his old woven dress;
I stood in joy, and yet in shame,
Oppressed with earthliness.
Kraj Majales (King Of May)
© Allen Ginsberg
And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and
lying policemen
Red Night
© Robert Laurence Binyon
There, there is all unsealed:
Terror and hope, ecstasy and despair
Their apparition yield,
While still through kindled street and shadowy square
The faces pass, the uncounted faces crowd,--
Rages, lamentings, joys, in masks of flesh concealed.
Sister Rosa: A Ballad
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
III.
But that hour is past;
And that hour was the last
Of peace to the dark Monks brain.
Bitter tears, from his eyes, gushed silent and fast;
And he strove to suppress them in vain.
Prometheus
© James Russell Lowell
One after one the stars have risen and set,
Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:
The Four Seasons : Spring
© James Thomson
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
The Second Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Epigrams are much like to Oxymell,
Hony and Vineger compounded well:
Hony, and sweet in their inuention,
Vineger in their reprehension.
As sowre, sweet Oxymell, doth purge though fleagme:
These are to purge Vice, take them as they meane.
Prescience
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The new moon hung in the sky, the sun was low in the west,
And my betrothed and I in the churchyard paused to rest--
Happy maiden and lover, dreaming the old dream over:
The light winds wandered by, and robins chirped from the nest.
