Fear poems
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Sohrab and Rustum: An Episode
© Matthew Arnold
"Ferood, and ye, Persians and Tartars, hear!
Let there be truce between the hosts to-day.
But choose a champion from the Persian lords
To fight our champion Sohrab, man to man."
Jean Chouan
© Victor Marie Hugo
The Whites fled, and the Blues fired down the glade.
A hill the plain commanded and surveyed,
And round this hill, of trees and verdure bare,
Wild forests closed th' horizon everywhere.
Sheoaks That Sigh When The Wind Is Still
© Henry Lawson
Why are the sheoaks forever sighing?
(Sheoaks that sigh when the wind is still)
Why are the dead hopes forever dying?
(Dead hopes that died and are with us still.)
As you make it and what you will.
A Breach Of Friendship
© Edgar Albert Guest
TIS friendship's test to guard the name
Of him you love from all attack,
As you are to his face, the same
To be when you're behind his back.
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere
© Alfred Tennyson
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from heaven again
Old Paul and Old Tim
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When rival adorers come courting a maid,
There's something or other may often be said,
Why HE should be pitched upon rather than HIM.
This wasn't the case with Old PAUL and Old TIM.
The Ghosts Petition
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'There's a footstep coming: look out and see,'
'The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;
No one cometh across the lea.'
Orinda To Lucasia Parting October 1661 At London
© Katherine Philips
Adieu dear object of my Loves excess,
And with thee all my hopes of happiness,
With the same fervent and unchanged heart
Which did its whole self once to thee impart,
Elegy On A Young Thrush,
© Helen Maria Williams
Is there no foresight in a Thrush's breast,
That thou down yonder gulph from me wouldst go?
That gloomy area lurking cats infest,
And there the dog may rove, alike thy foe.
Pleasures Of Fancy
© John Clare
A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on,
And through this little gate that claps and bangs
If I To You But Sorry Bring
© Alfred Austin
If I to you but sorrow bring,
But aching hours and brackish tears,
The Decree Of Athena
© Aeschylus
Hear ye my statute, men of Attica--
Ye who of bloodshed judge this primal cause;
Sonnet 86: "Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,"
© William Shakespeare
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth
© Ovid
The End of the Thirteenth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight
Had drawn their armies near upon the hills
