Fear poems

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War

© Archibald Lampman

By the Nile, the sacred river,

I can see the captive hordes,

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O’er The Wide Earth, On Mountain And On Plain

© William Wordsworth

O'ER the wide earth, on mountain and on plain,
Dwells in the affections and the soul of man
A Godhead, like the universal PAN;
But more exalted, with a brighter train:

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Slave And Emperor

© Alfred Noyes

Yet, in the darkest hour of all,
  When black defeat began,
The Emperor heard the mountains quake,
He felt the graves beneath him shake,
He watched his legions rally and break,
  And he whimpered as they ran.

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The Winter's Walk

© Samuel Johnson

Behold, my fair, where'er we rove,
What dreary prospects round us rise,
The naked hill, the leafless grove,
The hoary ground, the frowning skies.

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The Marriage Of Geraint

© Alfred Tennyson

'Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.

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November, 1851

© George MacDonald

Why wilt thou stop and start?
Draw nearer, oh my heart,
And I will question thee most wistfully;
Gather thy last clear resolution
To look upon thy dissolution.

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Sonnet XV. To Schiller

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Schiller! that hour I would have wished to die,
  If thro' the shudd'ring midnight I had sent
  From the dark Dungeon of the Tower time-rent
That fearful voice, a famished Father's cry--

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Fighting

© George MacDonald

Here is a temple strangely wrought:
Within it I can see
Two spirits of a diverse thought
Contend for mastery.

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Best Way To Read A Book

© Edgar Albert Guest

Best way to read a book I know

Is get a lad of six or so,

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In Time of Sickness

© Robert Fuller Murray

Lost Youth, come back again!
Laugh at weariness and pain.
Come not in dreams, but come in truth,
Lost Youth.

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Harlie

© James Whitcomb Riley

Fold the little waxen hands

Lightly.  Let your warmest tears

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The Jewish Cemetery At Newport. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  The very names recorded here are strange,
  Of foreign accent, and of different climes;
  Alvares and Rivera interchange
  With Abraham and Jacob of old times.

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The Charter;

© Helen Maria Williams

ADDRESSED
TO MY NEPHEW
ATHANASE C. L. COQUEREL,
ON HIS WEDDING DAY, 1819.

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A Prologue To The Scholars. A Comaedy Presented At The White Fryers

© Richard Lovelace

A gentleman, to give us somewhat new,

Hath brought up OXFORD with him to show you;

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The Little Flock

© Katharine Tynan

CHRIST, now keep the little flock
  Which Thou bad'st not to fear:
Childing women and old folk
  And the little children dear.

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The Huron Chief’s Daughter

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

The dusky warriors stood in groups around the funeral pyre,
The scowl upon their knotted brows betrayed their vengeful ire.
It needed not the cords, the stake, the rites so stern and rude,
To tell it was to be a scene of cruelty and blood.

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The Wonder-Working Magician - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

CYPRIAN.  Ever wrangling in this way,
How ye both my patience try!
Why can he not go?  Say why?

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The Castle Of Indolence

© James Thomson

The castle hight of Indolence,
And its false luxury;
Where for a little time, alas!
We lived right jollily.

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I lived on dread; to those who know

© Emily Dickinson

I lived on dread; to those who know
The stimulus there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.