Fear poems
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The Heroins Or Cupid Punishd Transl: From Ausonius.
© Thomas Parnell
In airy fields ye fields of bliss below
Where woods of Myrtle sett by Maro grow
Where grass beneath & shade diffusd above
Refresh the feavour of distracted Love
There at a solemn tide ye Beautys slain
By tender passion act their fates again
Ballad
© Amelia Opie
Round youthful Henry's restless bed
His weeping friends and parents pressed;
But she who raised his languid head
He loved far more than all the rest.
The Wife Of Brittany
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
TRUTH wed to beauty in an antique tale,
Sweet-voiced like some immortal nightingale,
Trills the clear burden of her passsionate lay,
As fresh, as fair as wonderful to-day
As when the music of her balmy tongue
Ravished the first warm hearts for whom she sung.
The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion
© Caroline Norton
I.
MY lay is ended! closed the circling year,
From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night;
The moan of sorrow, and the sigh of fear,
Daniel. A Sacred Drama
© Hannah More
Persons of the Drama.
Darius, King of Media and Babylon.
Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel.
Soranus, dido.
Araspes, A Young Median Lord, Friend and Convert to Daniel
Daniel.
The Legend Of Lady Gertrude
© Ada Cambridge
E'en till the woods and hamlets down below,
And summer meadows, were all broad and clear;
The river, moving statelily and slow,
A crimson ribbon in the sunset glow-
The dim, white, distant city strangely near.
The Colored Soldiers
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
IF the muse were mine to tempt it
And my feeble voice were strong,
The Vote of Thanks Debate
© Henry Lawson
THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.
I couldnt chuck a chuckle at the foolery of Twain;
Character Of The Happy Warrior
© William Wordsworth
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
-It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
An Apology For Not Showing Her What I Had Wrote
© William Cowper
Did not my Muse (what can she less?)
Perceive her own unworthiness,
A Boys Hopes
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Dear mother, dry those flowing tears,
They grieve me much to see;
Flowers From Sion: Sonnet 25 - More oft than once death whispered
© William Henry Drummond
More oft than once death whispered in mine ear:
Grave what thou hears in diamond and gold -
Home
© Emily Dickinson
Years I had been from home,
And now, before the door
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
A Greyport Legend
© Francis Bret Harte
They ran through the streets of the seaport town,
They peered from the decks of the ships that lay;
The Shell
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
O little, whisp'ring, murm'ring shell, say cans't thou tell to me
Good news of any stately ship that sails upon the sea?
I press my ear, O little shell, against thy rosy lips;
Cans't tell me tales of those who go down to the sea in ships?
Margrave
© Robinson Jeffers
But who is our judge? It is likely the enormous
Beauty of the world requires for completion our ghostly increment,
It has to dream, and dream badly, a moment of its night.
Child's Talk In April
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I wish you were a pleasant wren,
And I your small accepted mate;
How we'd look down on toilsome men!
We'd rise and go to bed at eight
Or it may be not quite so late.
Ode On A Nearer Prospect Of Summer Hill
© Richard Harris Barham
O Summer Hill! if thou wert mine,
I'd order in a pipe of wine,
