Fear poems
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Morning By The Seaside
© Frances Anne Kemble
With these two kisses on thine eyes
I melt thy sleep awayarise!
What loves, takes away
© Hugo Williams
If the nose of the pig in the market of Firenze
has lost its matte patina, and shines, brassy,
Olney Hymn 68: Light Shining Out Of Darkness
© William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
To Frank Parker
© Robert Lowell
Forty years ago we were here
where we are now,
the same erotic May-wind blew
the trees from there to here—
October And May
© Henry James Pye
ADDRESSED TO SAMUEL JAMES ARNOLD, Esq.
: "Behold, with mild and matron mien,
Childhood’s Retreat
© Robert Duncan
It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree
out of blue sky the wind
sings loudest surrounding me.
Fand, A Feerie Act III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
[She looks towards the sea.
Attendant. None.
The sea mist drives too thickly.
England CXVII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Yet, though treason and fierce unreason should league and lie and defame
and smite,
We that know thee, how far below thee the hatred burns of the sons of
night,
We that love thee, behold above thee the witness written of life in
light.
In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659
© Anne Bradstreet
I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,
Four Cocks were there, and Hens the rest.
The Man Splitting Wood in the Daybreak
© Washington Allston
The man splitting wood in the daybreak
looks strong, as though, if one weakened,
from The Task, Book II: The Time-Piece
© William Cowper
(excerpt)
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still
The Banks Of Wye - Book III
© Robert Bloomfield
PEACE to your white-wall'd cots, ye vales,
Untainted fly your summer gales;
My Sister's Sleep
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
She fell asleep on Christmas Eve:
At length the long-ungranted shade
Of weary eyelids overweigh'd
The pain nought else might yet relieve.
A Pastoral Betwixt David, Thirsis, And The Angel Gabriel, Upon The Birth Of Our Saviour
© James Thomson
THIRSIS.
But hold, see hither through the yielding air
An angel comes: for mighty news prepare.
Where I Live in This Honorable House of the Laurel Tree
© Anne Sexton
I live in my wooden legs and O
my green green hands.
Paradise Regain'd: Book IV (1671)
© Patrick Kavanagh
PErplex'd and troubl'd at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
