Fear poems
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The Wanderer
© Bernhard Severin Ingemann
ALL the sky was dull and drear,
But what cared I!
For my sky shone bright and clear
In Eliza's eye.
The Columbiad: Book VI
© Joel Barlow
But of all tales that war's black annals hold,
The darkest, foulest still remains untold;
New modes of torture wait the shameful strife,
And Britain wantons in the waste of life.
Sullen Moods
© Robert Graves
Love, do not count your labour lost
Though I turn sullen, grim, retired
Even at your side; my thought is crossed
With fancies by old longings fired.
In Laudem Authoris.
© Francis Beaumont
Like to the weake estate of a poore friend,
To whom sweet fortune hath bene euer slow,
New Life, New Love
© Henry Lawson
The breezes blow on the river below,
And the fleecy clouds float high,
The Temple
© Edgar Lee Masters
Beyond the gates of Hercules
The seven builders took the stone,
Spurned everywhere in days of ease,
Long lying loose and overthrown,
Now carried over bitter seas
Where crystally Arcturus shone!
The Exile's Hymn
© Jose Maria de Heredia y Campuzano
Fair land of Cuba! on thy shores are seen
Life's far extremes of noble and of mean;
Autumn Wealth
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
Of course, there is no lack of faithful Christians ,too.
Most of Lithuanians are men of good character;
They love their families, obey the will of God.
Each day live saintly lives, steer clear of all misdeeds,
And rule their modest homes with kind parental care.
A Womans Sonnets: IX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The day draws nigh, methinks, when I could stay
Calm in thy presence with no dream of ill,
When, having put all earthliness away,
I could be near thee, touching thee, and still
Flora Macivor's Song
© Sir Walter Scott
There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale,
But more dark is the sleep of the sons of the Gael.
A stranger commanded â- it sunk on the land,
It has frozen each heart, and benumb'd every hand!
A Catholic To His Ulster Brother
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Is there no bond of blood to you, my brother?
Who have called her ours, the ancient Mother,
The Themes
© Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
On the pallid faces of fallen women
Loitering in doorways to sell themselves,
On their faces a tragic poem is carved
In tears and grief that rise to the heavens,
To M. S. G.
© George Gordon Byron
Whene'er I view those lips of thine,
Their hue invites my fervent kiss;
Yet, I forego that bliss divine,
Alas! it were unhallow'd bliss.
Grace Darling or "The Wreck of the Forfarshire"
© William Topaz McGonagall
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day
In the year of 1838, a steamer passed through the Fairway
Between the Farne Islands and the coast, on her passage northwards;
But the wind was against her, and the steamer laboured hard.
The Happy Little Cripple
© James Whitcomb Riley
I'm thist a little cripple boy, an' never goin' to grow
An' get a great big man at all!--'cause Aunty told me so.
A Second Review Of The Grand Army
© Francis Bret Harte
I read last night of the Grand Review
In Washington's chiefest avenue,-
