Fear poems
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521. Inscription for an Alter of Independence
© Robert Burns
THOU of an independent mind,
With soul resolvd, with soul resignd;
Prepard Powers proudest frown to brave,
Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;
The Nightingale : A Conversation Poem
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!
351. Second Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry
© Robert Burns
Criticsappalld, I venture on the name;
Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame:
Bloody dissectors, worse than ten Monroes;
He hacks to teach, they mangle to expose:
The Bards Who Lived at Manly
© Henry Lawson
The camp of high-class spielers,
Who sneered in summer dress,
157. Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh
© Robert Burns
WHEN, by a generous Publics kind acclaim,
That dearest meed is grantedhonest fame;
Waen here your favour is the actors lot,
Nor even the man in private life forgot;
57. Holy Willies Prayer
© Robert Burns
But, Ld, remember me an mine
Wi mercies tempral an divine,
That I for grace an gear may shine,
Excelld by nane,
And a the glory shall be thine,
Amen, Amen!
439. SongMy Spouse Nancy
© Robert Burns
HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, Sir;
Tho I am your wedded wife
Yet I am not your slave, Sir.
528. SongOn Chloris being ill
© Robert Burns
ChorusLong, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow
While my souls delight
Is on her bed of sorrow.
203. Sylvander to Clarinda
© Robert Burns
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair,
First struck Sylvanders rapturd view,
He gazd, he listened to despair,
Alas! twas all he dared to do.
58. Epitaph on Holy Willie
© Robert Burns
HERE Holy Willies sair worn clay
Taks up its last abode;
His saul has taen some other way,
I fear, the left-hand road.
For City Lovers
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Do not desire to seek who once we were,
Or where we did, or what, or in whose name.
144. A Winter Night
© Robert Burns
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour,
Sharp shivers thro the leafless bowr;
When Phoebus gies a short-livd glowr,
Far south the lift,
The Splendid Shilling
© John Arthur Phillips
- - Sing, Heavenly Muse,
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime,
A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimera's Dire.
99. To a Louse
© Robert Burns
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An foolish notion:
What airs in dress an gait wad leae us,
An evn devotion!
The Child-World
© James Whitcomb Riley
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows
No more its airy visions of pure joy--
As when you were a boy.
Book Fifth-Books
© William Wordsworth
There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone
Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake,
103. To Ruin
© Robert Burns
ALL hail! inexorable lord!
At whose destruction-breathing word,
The mightiest empires fall!
Thy cruel, woe-delighted train,
How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks
© William Wordsworth
HOW sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
The wayward brain, to saunter through a wood!
105. Despondency: An Ode
© Robert Burns
OPPRESSD with grief, oppressd with care,
A burden more than I can bear,
I set me down and sigh;
O life! thou art a galling load,
