Fear poems

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On Summer

© George Moses Horton

Esteville begins to burn;
 The auburn fields of harvest rise;
The torrid flames again return,
 And thunders roll along the skies.

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Save The Boys

© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper


But they heard no cry of anguish
Break through that fiery wall,
With rigid brow and silent lips
He was seeking Odin's hall.

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Song

© Katha Pollitt

Make and be eaten, the poet says,
Lie in the arms of nightlong fire,
To celebrate the waking, wake.
Burn in the daylong light; and praise
Even the mother unappeased,
Even the fathers of desire.

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Nutting

© André Breton



 —It seems a day

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Clouds

© Denise Levertov

The clouds as I see them, rising 
urgently, roseate in the 
mounting of somber power

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The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young

© William Blake

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

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There was an Old Man with a Beard

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared!—
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard.

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OEnone

© Alfred Tennyson

 "Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die.
He smiled, and opening out his milk-white palm
Disclosed a fruit of pure Hesperian gold,
That smelt ambrosially, and while I look'd
And listen'd, the full-flowing river of speech
Came down upon my heart.

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Sweetest love, I do not go,

© John Donne

Sweetest love, I do not go,

For weariness of thee,

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Unspelled

© Margaret Widdemer

THE world of dream is shattered; hill and tree
  And wingéd music and enchanted lawn;
For someone signed the cross, and suddenly
  Our faëryland was gone:

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There Is

© Louis Simpson

Look! From my window there’s a view 
of city streets
where only lives as dry as tortoises 
can crawl—the Gallapagos of desire.

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A Farewell to Tobacco

© Charles Lamb



May the Babylonish curse,

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The Troubadour. Canto 1

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

There is a light step passing by
Like the distant sound of music's sigh;
It is that fair and gentle child,
Whose sweetness has so oft beguiled,
Like sunlight on a stormy day,
His almost sullenness away.

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Roses And Sunshine

© Edgar Albert Guest

Rough is the road I am journeying now,

  Heavy the burden I'm bearing to-day;

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To Ladies Of A Certain Age

© John Trumbull

Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove

The early joys of youth and love,

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To M.L. Lozinsky

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

I feel the undefeated fear,
In presence of the misty heights;
I'm glad that swallows fly here
And I enjoy the belfry's flight!

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A Slumber did my Spirit Seal

© André Breton

A slumber did my spirit seal;
 I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
 The touch of earthly years.

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Michael: A Pastoral Poem

© William Wordsworth


  Thus in his Father's sight the Boy grew up:
 And now, when he had reached his eighteenth year,
 He was his comfort and his daily hope.

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The Old Major Explains

© Francis Bret Harte

Well, you see, the fact is, Colonel, I don't know as I can come:
For the farm is not half planted, and there's work to do at home;
And my leg is getting troublesome,--it laid me up last fall,--
And the doctors, they have cut and hacked, and never found the ball.

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On Mrs. Montague's Feather Hangings

© William Cowper

The Birds put off their every hue,

To dress a room for Montagu.