Fear poems
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Tod's Amendment
© Rudyard Kipling
The World hath set its heavy yoke
Upon the old white-bearded folk
Who strive to please the King.
God's mercy is upon the young,
God's wisdom in the baby tongue
That fears not anything.
The Viceroy. A Ballad.
© Matthew Prior
Of Nero, tyrant, petty king,
Who heretofore did reign
In famed Hibernia, I will sing,
And in a ditty plain.
Meadowlarks
© Sara Teasdale
IN the silver light after a storm,
Under dripping boughs of bright new green,
I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks
Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen.
To a False Friend
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Adieu!'tis pastthe dream is over,
And we are friends no more;
And now my task shall be to smother
Thoughts prized too well before
That we have ever loved or met,
All, but our parting, to forget.
On The Death Of Lieutenant-Colonel Buller, Killed In Flanders In 1795
© Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Scarce hush'd the sigh, scarce dried the ling'ring
tear,
The Boat On The Serchio
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream,
Its sails are folded like thoughts in a dream,
The helm sways idly, hither and thither;
Dominic, the boatman, has brought the mast,
And the oars, and the sails; but tis sleeping fast,
Like a beast, unconscious of its tether.
Venetian Epigrams
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
With such a scroll, which himself richly with life has adorn'd.
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CLASP'D in my arms for ever eagerly hold I my mistress,
Parable For A Certain Virgin
© Dorothy Parker
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine;
Refresh your recollection,
And sit a moment, to define
His means of self-protection.
The Triumph of Dead : Chap. 1
© Mary Sidney Herbert
That gallant lady, gloriously bright,
The stately pillar once of worthiness,
Beauty. Part III.
© Henry James Pye
'Tis in the mind that Beauty stands confess'd,
In all the noblest pride of glory dress'd,
Where virtue's rules the conscious bosom arm,
There to our eyes she spreads her brightest charm:
There all her rays, with force collected, shine,
Proclaim her worth, and speak her race divine.
Mulla-Mulgars' Journey Song
© Walter de la Mare
That one, alone,
Who's dared and gone
To seek the Magic Wonderstone,
No fear, or care,
Or black despair
Shall heed until his journey's done.
The Poet and the Dun
© William Shenstone
"These are messengers
That feelingly persuade me what I am." -Shakspeare.
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
© William Wordsworth
TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,
While fluttering o'er this gay Recess,
Pinions that fanned the teeming mould
Of Eden's blissful wilderness,
Did only softly-stealing hours
There close the peaceful lives of flowers?
A New Temperance Poem, in Memory of My Departed Parents
© William Topaz McGonagall
My parents were sober living, and often did pray
For their family to abstain from intoxicating drink alway;
Because they knew it would lead them astray
Which no God fearing man will dare to gainsay.
To H.W.L.
© James Russell Lowell
ON HIS BIRTHDAY
I need not praise the sweetness of his song,
Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeeds
Smooth as our Charles, when, fearing lest he wrong
The new moon's mirrored skiff, he slides along,
Full without noise, and whispers in his reeds.
The Female Exile
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written at Brighthelmstone in Nov. 1792.
NOVEMBER'S chill blast on the rough beach is howling,
The surge breaks afar, and then foams to the shore,
Dark clouds o'er the sea gather heavy and scowling,
