Fear poems

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A Song from a Sandhill

© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly--The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky:Each drooping frond of pine has got a jewel at its tip--First a twinkle, then a sprinkle, and a drip, drip, drip

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Fogarty's Gin

© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall,And a message: "Come out to the back of the run--Be out at the stake-yards by rising of sun!Ride hard and fail not! there's the devil to pay:For the men from Monkyra have mustered the run--Cows and calves, calves of ours, without ever a brand,Fifty head, if there's one, on the camp there they stand

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The Digger's Song

© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff! Fossick in the crannies, lest you leave a grain behind!Just another shovelful and that'll be enough-- Now we'll take it to the bank and see what we can find

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The Demon Snow-shoes

© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale:The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their rocky wallsThat grey and brown look silent downUpon Kiandra's shrouded town

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The Mockery of Life

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

God! What a mockery is this life of ours!Cast forth in blood and pain from our mother's womb,Most like an excrement, and weeping showersOf senseless tears: unreasoning, naked, dumb,The symbol of all weakness and the sum:Our very life a sufferance

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Dead Reckoning

© Blodgett E. D.

Now that death has entered you, sooner than I think it willarrive in me, I fear to look into your eyes and see the sungrowing dimmer there

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The Reformer

© Binyon Heward Laurence

August from a vault of hollow brassSteep upon the sullen city glares.Yellower burns the sick and parching grass,Shivering in the breath of furnace airs.

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N. W. 5 & N. 6

© John Betjeman

Red cliffs arise

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The Sparrow

© Benson Arthur Christopher

O pertest, most self-satisfied Of aught that breathes or moves,See where you sit, with head aside, To chirp your vulgar loves:Or raking in the uncleanly street You bolt your ugly meal,Undaunted by the approaching feet, The heedless splashing wheel

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Jim, Who Ran away from his Nurse, and was Eaten by a Lion

© Hilaire Belloc

There was a Boy whose name was Jim;His Friends were very good to him

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Song from Abdelazar

© Aphra Behn

Love in fantastic triumph sat, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he shew'd;From thy bright eyes he took his fire, Which round about in sport he hurl'd;But 'twas from mine he took desire Enough to undo the amorous world

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The Rights of Women

© Anna Lætitia Barbauld

Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!Woman! too long degraded, scorned, opprest;O born to rule in partial Law's despite,Resume thy native empire o'er the breast!

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The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate

© Askew Anne

Like as the armed knightAppointed to the field,With this world will I fightAnd Faith shall be my shield.

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Stay with Me, God

© Anonymous

Stay with me, God. The night is dark,The night is cold: my little sparkOf courage dies. The night is long;Be with me, God, and make me strong.

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A Sonnet upon the Pitiful Burning of the Globe Playhouse in London

© Anonymous

Now sitt thee downe, Melpomene,Wrapt in a sea-coal robe,And tell the dolefull tragedie,That late was playd at Globe;For noe man that can singe and sayeBut was scard on St

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The Seafarer

© Anonymous

Mæg ic be me sylfum soðgied wrecan, [I can utter a true tale about myself,]siþas secgan, hu ic geswincdagum [tell of my travels, how in laboursome days]earfoðhwile oft þrowade, [a time of hardship I often suffered,]bitre breostceare gebiden hæbbe, [how bitter sorrow in my breast I have borne,]gecunnad in ceole cearselda fela, [made trial on shipboard of many sorrowful abodes; ]atol yþa gewealc, þær mec oft bigeat [dread was the rolling of the waves; there my task was often]nearo nihtwaco æt nacan stefnan, [the hard night-watch at the boat's prow,]þonne he be clifum cnossað

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I'm Just Like You

© Anonymous

I have been where you fear to be,I have seen what you fear to see,I have done what you fear to do -All these things I have done for you