Fear poems
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The Seven Year Old Poet
© Arthur Rimbaud
And so the Mother, shutting up the duty book,
Went, proud and satisfied.
The Legend of La Brea
© Charles Kingsley
Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake,
In the stately Morichal,
Sat an ancient Spanish Indian,
Peering through the columns tall.
The Gulf of All Human Possessions
© Jonathan Swift
Come hither, and behold the fruits,
Vain man! of all thy vain pursuits.
Take wise advice, and look behind,
Bring all past actions to thy mind.
The Riding Camel
© William Henry Ogilvie
I was Junda's riding camel. I went in front of the train.
I was hung with shells of the Orient, from saddle and cinch and rein.
I was sour as a snake to handle, and rough a rock to ride,
But I could keep up with the west wind, and my pace was Junda's pride.
Limbo
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den
It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men--
For skimming in the wake it mock'd the care
Of the old Boat-God for his Farthing Fare;
Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 03 - The Soul Is Mortal
© Lucretius
Now come: that thou mayst able be to know
That minds and the light souls of all that live
Amyntor From Beyond The Sea To Alexis. A Dialogue
© Richard Lovelace
Amyntor.
Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be,
Though so much wet and drie
Doth drowne our eye,
Thou keep'st thy winged voice from me?
Concealment
© Abraham Cowley
No; to what purpose should I speak?
No, wretched heart! swell till you break.
The New Wife and the Old
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,
Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.
All is over, all is done,
Twain of yesterday are one!
Blooming girl and manhood gray,
Autumn in the arms of May!
The Secrets Of Divine Love Are To Be Kept
© William Cowper
Sun! stay thy course, this moment stay--
Suspend the o'er flowing tide of day,
Divulge not such a love as mine,
Ah! hide the mystery divine;
Lest man, who deems my glory shame,
Should learn the secret of my flame.
The Things That Cause A Quiet Life
© Henry Howard
My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain,
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
Raschi In Prague
© Emma Lazarus
Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Israel,
The authoritative Talmudist, returned
Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 04 - Folly Of The Fear Of Death
© Lucretius
Therefore death to us
Is nothing, nor concerns us in the least,
A Pastoral in Three Parts
© John Cunningham
Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night:
And the lark to meet the morn,
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
The Night
© Ada Cambridge
Watchman, what of the night?
See you a streak of light?
Whither, O Captain of the quest,
The course we steer for Port of Rest?
Sonnet I. To My Brother George
© John Keats
Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kissed away the tears
That filled the eyes of Morn;the laurelled peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;
