Fear poems
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Love's Apotheosis
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love me. I care not what the circling years
To me may do.
If, but in spite of time and tears,
You prove but true.
Alfred. Book VI.
© Henry James Pye
But when he views, along the tented field,
With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
In deeper woe the generous hero stands.
John Webster: VII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THUNDER: the flesh quails, and the soul bows down.
Night: east, west, south, and northward, very night
Eclogue 9: Lycidas Moeris
© Publius Vergilius Maro
LYCIDAS
Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town,
Or on what errand bent?
The Great Cities
© Henry Van Dyke
How wonderful are the cities that man hath builded:
Their walls are compacted of heavy stones,
And their lofty towers rise above the tree-tops.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Love's Perversity
The Coronation Of Inez De Castro
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
There was music on the midnight;
From a royal fane it roll'd,
To The Afflicted, Tossed With Tempests And Not Comforted
© John Newton
Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,
Hear what Christ the Saviour says;
The Vision Of Sir Launfal
© James Russell Lowell
Sir Launfal awoke, as from a swound:-
"The Grail in my castle here is found!
Hang my idle armor up on the wall,
Let it be the spider's banquet-hall;
He must be fenced with stronger mail
Who would seek and find the Holy Grail."
The Biglow Papers
© James Russell Lowell
Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle
On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--
Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five
© Juliusz Slowacki
Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish,
Coiling up and down like an iron serpent
Chorus of the Dead
© Giacomo Leopardi
And all returns to Thee, alone eternal,
And all Thee returning.
Urara
© Henry Kendall
Euroka, go over the tops of the hill,
For the ~Death-clouds~ have passed us to-day,
The Way To Wait
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
O WHETHER by the lonesome road that lies across the lea
Or whether by the hill that stoops, rock-shadowed, to the sea,
Or by a sail that blows from far, my love returns to me!
Deus Absconditus
© Edward Dowden
SINCE Thou dost clothe Thyself to-day in cloud,
Lord God in heaven, and no voice low or loud
Song III
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Have mercy on me, my Lord,
For a foe treds o'er me and strives
Mindfully that time and again
I be wearied by all adversity.
The Song Of Hiawatha V: Hiawatha's Fasting
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
A Father's Fear.
© Robert Crawford
The little feet that run to me,
The little hands that strive
To touch me at the heart, and find
The heart in me alive:
Kensington Garden
© Thomas Tickell
Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring lands
Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,
