Fear poems
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Under Arcturus
© Madison Julius Cawein
I
I BELT the morn with ribboned mist;
With baldricked blue I gird the noon,
And dusk with purple, crimson-kissed,
White-buckled with the hunters-moon.
320. Lines to Sir John Whitefoord, Bart
© Robert Burns
THOU, who thy honour as thy God reverst,
Who, save thy minds reproach, nought earthly fearst,
To thee this votive offering I impart,
The tearful tribute of a broken heart.
227. Verses on Friars Carse Hermitage (First Version)
© Robert Burns
THOU whom chance may hither lead,
Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deckt in silken stole,
Grave these maxims on thy soul.
October 21, 1905
© George Meredith
The hundred years have passed, and he
Whose name appeased a nation's fears,
The First Part: Sonnet 4 - Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains,
© William Henry Drummond
Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains,
Sweet are my wounds, although they deeply smart,
The Old Pioneers
© Frank Dalby Davison
h, these old friends of ours! Sixty years back,
Bearded and booted, they followed the track,
176. On the Death of John MLeod, Esq.
© Robert Burns
SAD thy tale, thou idle page,
And rueful thy alarms:
Death tears the brother of her love
From Isabellas arms.
415. SongThe last time I cam oer the Moor
© Robert Burns
THE LAST time I came oer the moor,
And left Marias dwelling,
What throes, what tortures passing cure,
Were in my bosom swelling:
208. SongTo the Weavers gin ye go
© Robert Burns
MY heart was ance as blithe and free
As simmer days were lang;
But a bonie, westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.
193. On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit
© Robert Burns
WHY, ye tenants of the lake,
For me your watry haunt forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures, why
At my presence thus you fly?
Spring Song To Ireland
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more!
The night has passed and the dawn is here,
Earth-Bound
© Alfred Noyes
Ghosts? Love would fain believe,
Earth being so fair, the dead might wish to return!
Is it so strange if, even in heaven, they yearn
For the May-time and the dreams it used to give?
531. SongTwas na her bonie blue ee
© Robert Burns
TWAS na her bonie blue ee was my ruin,
Fair tho she be, that was neer my undoin;
Twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us,
Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o kindness:
Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o kindness.
When Poor In All But Hope And Love
© Caroline Norton
WHEN, poor in all but hope and love,
I clasped thee to my faithful heart;
259. A New Psalm for the Chapel of Kilmarnock
© Robert Burns
O SING a new song to the Lord,
Make, all and every one,
A joyful noise, even for the King
His restoration.
Let Us Go
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.
Let us go hence together without fear;
Siege Of Vienna Raised By Jihn Sobieski
© William Wordsworth
FEBRUARY 1816
OH, for a kindling touch from that pure flame
Which ministered, erewhile, to a sacrifice
Of gratitude, beneath Italian skies,
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
© William Wordsworth
. With an incident in which he was concerned
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
285. SongI Gaed a Waefu Gate Yestreen
© Robert Burns
I GAED a waefu gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, Ill dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely een obonie blue.
494. SongFarewell thou stream that winding flows
© Robert Burns
FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows
Around Elizas dwelling;
O memry! spare the cruel thoes
Within my bosom swelling.
