Fear poems
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The Crane
© Hovhannes Toumanian
The Crane has lost his way across the heaven,
From yonder stormy cloud I hear him cry,
A traveller a'er an unknown pathway driven,
In a cold world unheeded he doth fly.
The Hollyhocks
© Craven Langstroth Betts
SOME space beyond the garden close
I sauntered down the shadowed lawn;
A Cloud Of Darkness Has Appeared
© Hristo Botev
A cloud of darkness has appeared
from the mountains and the forest:
does it mean a gentle drizzle
or a terrifying tempest?
Morris Island
© William Gilmore Simms
Oh! from the deeds well done, the blood well shed
In a good cause springs up to crown the land
With ever-during verdure, memory fed,
Wherever freedom rears one fearless band,
The genius, which makes sacred time and place,
Shaping the grand memorials of a race!
The Things That Count
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Now, dear, it isn't the bold things,
Great deeds of valour and might,
The Two Painters: A Tale
© Washington Allston
At which, with fix'd and fishy
The Strangers both express'd amaze.
Good Sir, said they, 'tis strange you dare
Such meanness of yourself declare.
The Youth Bewitched
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
My fair-haired boy is sore bewitched,
He goes all full of grieving;
A Song Of The Greenaway Child
© Henry Austin Dobson
As I went a-walking on _Lavender Hill_,
O, I met a Darling in frock and frill;
And she looked at me shyly, with eyes of blue,
"Are you going a-walking? Then take me too!"
Caged Skylark
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
Mans mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house,
dwells
That bird beyond the remembering his free fells;
This in drudgery, day-labouring-out lifes age.
The Sleep of Sigismund
© Jean Ingelow
The doom'd king pacing all night through the windy fallow.
'Let me alone, mine enemy, let me alone,'
Never a Christian bell that dire thick gloom to hallow,
Or guide him, shelterless, succourless, thrust from his own.
Airs For The Lute
© Arthur Symons
All, that hands upon the lute
Helped the voices to declare,
Voices mute
But for this, might I not share,
If, alas, I could but suit-
Hand and voice unto the lute!
Sonnet 7
© Richard Barnfield
Sweet Thames I honour thee, not for thou art
The chiefest Riuer of the fairest Ile,
The Two Children Pt 1
© Emily Jane Brontë
Heavy hangs the rain-drop
From the burdened spray;
Heavy broods the damp mist
On uplands far away.
Man the Monarch
© Mary Leapor
A tattling Dame, no matter where, or who;
Me it concerns not-and it need not you;
Once told this Story to the listening Muse,
Which we, as now it serves our Turn, shall use.
The Nancy's Pride
© Bliss William Carman
ON the long slow heave of a lazy sea,
To the flap of an idle sail,
The Nancy's Pride went out on the tide;
And the skipper stood by the rail.
The Progress Of Marriage
© Jonathan Swift
So have I seen within a pen,
Young ducklings fostered by a hen;
But when let out, they run and muddle,
As instinct leads them, in a puddle;
The sober hen, not born to swim,
With mournful note clucks round the brim.
The Will And The Wing
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
To have the will to soar, but not the wings,
Eyes fixed forever on a starry height,
Whence stately shapes of grand imaginings
Flash down the splendors of imperial light;
