Fear poems
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The Chamois Hunter's Love
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois bounds;
Thy heart is where the mountain-fir shakes to the torrent-sounds;
And where the snow-peaks gleam like stars, through the stillness of the air,
And where the Lauwine's peal is heart - Hunter! thy heart is there!
The Temple
© Katharine Tynan
WHAT of Louvain and of Rheims
Made for God by man? What then?
Here be temples more than man's
Wrought by God for His own men.
Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend
© Robert Louis Stevenson
FROM the bonny bells of heather
They brewed a drink long-syne,
Fifth Sunday In Lent
© John Keble
The historic Muse, from age to age,
Through many a waste heart-sickening page
Hath traced the works of Man:
But a celestial call to-day
Stays her, like Moses, on her way,
The works of God to scan.
The Bullfinch
© Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin
Why do you strike up songs military
Fife-like, o, bullfinch, my friend?
Who'll take the lead in our fight with Hell's forces?
Who will command us? What Hercules?
Where is Suvorov, strong, swift and fearless?
Now Northern thunder lies dead in the grave.
A Prayer
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Often the western wind has sung to me,
There have been voices in the streams and meres,
And pitiful trees have told me, God, of Thee :
And I heard not. Oh ! open Thou mine ears.
White Rose And Red
© Augusta Davies Webster
WHITE rose sighed in the morn,
Red rose laughed in the noon,
And "Sweetest sweetness is ended soon,"
And "Never heed for the thorn."
Valkyriur Song
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The Sea-king woke from the troubled sleep
Of a vision-haunted night,
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet X
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But with full daylight finding no relief,
Though he had spent the newness of his fears
And looked with altered eyes upon his grief,
For sorrow often drowses in its tears,
The Conversation Of Eiros And Charmion
© Edgar Allan Poe
Dreams are with us no more;but of these mysteries
anon. I rejoice to see you looking life-like and rational.
The film of the shadow has already passed from off your
eyes. Be of heart, and fear nothing. Your allotted days of
stupor have expired, and to-morrow I will myself induct you
into the full joys and wonders of your novel existence.
The Canary Bird
© Jones Very
I cannot hear thy voice with others ears,
Who make of thy lost liberty a gain;
The Tower of the Dream
© Charles Harpur
But not thus always are our dreams benign;
Oft are they miscreationsgloomier worlds,
Crowded tempestuously with wrongs and fears,
More ghastly than the actual ever knew,
And rent with racking noises, such as should
Go thundering only through the wastes of hell.
The Charnel Rose: A Symphony
© Conrad Aiken
And a silent star slipped golden down the darkness,
Down the great wall, leaving no trace in the sky,
And years went with it, and worlds. And he dreamed still
Of a fleeter shadow among the shadows running,
Foam into foam, without a gesture or cry,
Leaving him there, alone, on a lonely hill.
The Bitter Waters
© John Newton
Beside the gospel pool
Appointed for the poor;
From year to year, my helpless soul
Has waited for a cure.
To A Young Girl Singing
© Henry Van Dyke
Oh, what do you know of the song, my dear,
And how have you made it your own?
