Fear poems
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A Simile
© William Shenstone
What village but has sometimes seen
The clumsy shape, the frightful mien,
On Board The '76
© James Russell Lowell
Our ship lay tumbling in an angry sea,
Her rudder gone, her mainmast o'er the side;
Her scuppers, from the waves' clutch staggering free,
Trailed threads of priceless crimson through the tide;
Sails, shrouds, and spars with pirate cannon torn,
We lay, awaiting morn.
First Robin
© Emily Dickinson
I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is mastered now,
And I'm accustomed to him grown, -
He hurts a little, though.
Vision of Columbus Book 2
© Joel Barlow
High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,
The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;
The Funeral
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
MARK you not yon sad procession;
'Mid the ruin'd abbey's gloom,
Hastening to the worm's possession,
To the dark and silent tomb!
The Violet
© Jones Very
Thou tellest truths unspoken yet by man
By this thy lonely home and modest look;
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Landlord's Tale; Paul Revere's Ride
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
From Mount Gerizzim
© John Bunyan
Besides what I said of the Four Last Things,
And of the weal and woe that from them springs;
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Fifth Dialogue=.
© Giordano Bruno
Of those, oh gentle Dames, who with closed urn,
Present themselves, whose hearts are pierced
Not for a fault by nature caused,
But through a cruel fate,
That in a living death,
Does hold them fast, we each and all are blind.
Epigrams
© William Watson
'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be
A spirit melodious, lucid, poised, and whole;
Second in order of felicity
I hold it, to have walk'd with such a soul.
The Borough. Letter XVI: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Benlow
© George Crabbe
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,
A meteor shining in this sober place!
The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale -- Unfinished
© John Keats
I.
In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool,
Ode XI: To The Country Gentlemen Of England
© Mark Akenside
I.
Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?
Le Forgeron (The Blacksmith)
© Arthur Rimbaud
Le bras sur un marteau gigantesque, effrayant
D'ivresse et de grandeur, le front large, riant
Ghosts.
© Robert Crawford
They look in with dim eyes
And faces sweet and sad,
Upon the life that dies
Shades who have had
Where The Battle Passed
© Madison Julius Cawein
ONE blossoming rose-tree, like a beautiful thought
Nursed in a broken mind, that waits and schemes,
Survives, though shattered, and about it caught,
The strangling dodder streams.
Elegy IV. Ophilia's Urn. To Mr. Graves
© William Shenstone
Through the dim veil of evening's dusky shade,
Near some lone fane, or yew's funereal green,
What dreary forms has magic Fear survey'd!
What shrouded spectres Superstition seen!
