Fear poems
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A Satire Against The Citizens Of London
© Henry Howard
London, hast thou accused me
Of breach of laws, the root of strife?
Hark The Thundring Drums Inviting
© Thomas Parnell
Hark the thundring Drums inviting
All our forward youth to arms
Womanhood.
© Robert Crawford
She feels the world, it touches her
Like a weird thing she needs must know,
While all her fears and fancies stir
As in a death-dream long ago.
Third Sunday After Epiphany
© John Keble
I marked a rainbow in the north,
What time the wild autumnal sun
From his dark veil at noon looked forth,
As glorying in his course half done,
Flinging soft radiance far and wide
Over the dusky heaven and bleak hill-side.
Lost And Found
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
"Whither art thou gone, fair Una?
Una fair, the moon is gleaming;
Sport In The Meadows
© John Clare
Maytime is to the meadows coming in,
And cowslip peeps have gotten eer so big,
In Praise Of Angling
© Sir Henry Wotton
Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares,
Anxious sighs, untimely tears,
The Pilgrimage
© George Herbert
I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay
My expectation.
A long it was and weary way:
The gloomy cave of Desperation
I left on th' one, and on the other side
The Rock of Pride.
To The Napoleon Column
© Victor Marie Hugo
When with gigantic hand he placed,
For throne on vassal Europe based.
That column's lofty height,
Pillar, in whose dread majesty,
In double immortality,
Glory and bronze unite!
Gone For Ever
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
O happy rosebud blooming
Upon thy parent tree,
Nay, thou art too presuming
For soon the earth entombing
Thy faded charms shall be,
And the chill damp consuming.
Introduction To The True-Born Englishman
© Daniel Defoe
Speak, satire; for there's none can tell like thee
Whether 'tis folly, pride, or knavery
To Italy (1818)
© Giacomo Leopardi
My country, I the walls, the arches see,
The columns, statues, and the towers
A Fear
© George MacDonald
O Mother Earth, I have a fear
Which I would tell to thee-
Softly and gently in thine ear
When the moon and we are three.
Love in Thy Youth, Fair Maid
© Walter Porter
Love in thy youth, fair maid; be wise,
Old Time will make thee colder,
To Sensibility
© Helen Maria Williams
In SENSIBILITY'S lov'd praise
I tune my trembling reed,
And seek to deck her shrine with bays,
On which my heart must bleed!
The Voyage To Vinland: Bioern's Beckoners
© James Russell Lowell
Looms there the New Land;
Locked in the shadow
Long the gods shut it,
Niggards of newness
They, the o'er-old.
