Fear poems
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Inebriety
© George Crabbe
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stains
The bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,
In Memoriam A. H. H.
© Alfred Tennyson
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Thus through these griefs I had been set apart,
As for a double priesthood. Life to me,
In those first moments when I probed my heart,
Less an enchantress seemed than enemy.
The Junipers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Gray the slow sky darkens
Over the downland track
Where the long valley closes
Under a smooth hill's back.
Sonnet IX: Can It Be Right to Give
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Can it be right to give what I can give?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
In The Bower
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE gusty and passionate March hath died;
And now in the golden April-tide
There sits in the shade of her jasmine bower
A maid more fair than an April flower.
A Legend Of Christ's Nativity
© Duncan Campbell Scott
At Bethlehem upon the hill,
The day was done, the night was nigh,
The dusk was deep and had its will,
The stars were very small and still,
Like unblown tapers, faint and high.
Charity
© William Cowper
Fairest and foremost of the train that wait
On man's most dignified and happiest state,
A Sunset
© Victor Marie Hugo
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
The Farmer's Daughter Cherry
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
The Farmer quit what he was at,
The bee-hive he was smokin':
On The Life And Death Of Man
© Francis Quarles
The world's a theatre. The earth, a stage
Placed in the midst: where both prince and page,
"Back again, back again!"
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Back again, back again!
We are passing back again;
We are ceasing to be men!
Without the strife
Bahram The Hunter
© Robert Laurence Binyon
When Bahram rode to the chase,
Then saw ye his soul's delight
Full on his kingly face.
Who could his steed outpace?
The Complaint Of An Officer
© Confucius
O Heaven above, before whose light
Revealed is every deed and thought,
Upon The Thief
© John Bunyan
The thief, when he doth steal, thinks he doth gain;
Yet then the greatest loss he doth sustain.
No coward soul is mine
© Emily Jane Brontë
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere :
The Wrath Of Loyalty
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
OCTOBER! tho' thy rugged brow,
No vivid wreaths entwine;
Tho' not for thee the zephyr blow,
Tho' not for thee the blossom glow,
Or skies unclouded shine:
Paracelsus: Part III: Paracelsus
© Robert Browning
Paracelsus.
Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out!
