Fear poems
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Young England
© Horace Smith
The times still "grow to something strange";
We rap and turn the tables;
The Hours Of Illness
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
How slow creeps time! I hear the midnight chime,
And now late revellers prepare for sleep;
To The Birds
© Peter McArthur
HOW dare you sing such cheerful notes?
You show a woful lack of taste;
How dare you pour from happy throats
Such merry songs with raptured haste,
While all our poets wail and weep,
And readers sob themselves to sleep?
Thoughts On Jesus Christ's Decent Into Hell
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A mighty army marches on
By thousand millions follow'd, lo,
To yon dark place makes haste to go
The Second Whip Explains
© William Henry Ogilvie
Now, gatherin' 'ounds is a job I like
W'en the winter day draws in,
A Nocturnal Reverie
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
In such a Night, when every louder Wind
Is to its distant Cavern safe confin'd;
Tale X
© George Crabbe
It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyes
Present the object, but the Mind descries;
And thence delight, disgust, or cool indiff'rence
The Demon
© Mikhail Lermontov
...Cold and regretless shalt thou view this sphere,
Where crimes inseparable from fate,
Good Friday
© John Keble
Is it not strange, the darkest hour
That ever dawned on sinful earth
Should touch the heart with softer power
For comfort than an angel's mirth?
That to the Cross the mourner's eye should turn
Sooner than where the stars of Christmas burn?
The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers
© Robinson Jeffers
I. TO DESIRE
(Here a dancer enters and dances.)
God Help our Men at Sea
© Henry Kendall
The wild night comes like an owl to its lair,
The black clouds follow fast,
Childhoods Retreat
© Robert Duncan
Its in the perilous boughs of the tree
out of blue sky the wind
sings loudest surrounding me.
On A Figure Of Justice With Bound Eyes
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Unhappy goddess! Has then envious earth
Denied thine eyes the radiance of thy birth?
Have mortals, that still need thy voice to school
Their wrangling lives, their daily feuds to rule,
False Dearvorgil
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe!
Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame that laid us low!
And cursed be you, Dearvorgil, who severed north and south,
And ruin brought to Erinn with the smiling of your mouth.
To-Day
© Augusta Davies Webster
OH God, where hast thou hidden Truth? Oh Truth,
Where is the road to God?
The Princess (part 3)
© Alfred Tennyson
Morn in the wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
We rose, and each by other drest with care
Descended to the court that lay three parts
In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touched
Above the darkness from their native East.
