Fear poems

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The Maid Of The Mill's Repentance.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Expel thee!
What's this thou singest so falsely, forsooth,
Of love and a maiden's silent truth?

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Be Not Dismayed

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when death

Sets its white seal upon some worshipped face.

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Faithful Eckart.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The band of the Sorceress sisters.
They hitherward speed, and on finding us here,
They'll drink, though with toil we have fetch'd it, the beer,

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The Reckoning.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

LEADER.LET no cares now hover o'er usLet the wine unsparing run!
Wilt thou swell our merry chorus?Hast thou all thy duty done?SOLO.Two young folks--the thing is curious--Loved each other; yesterday
Both quite mild, to-day quite furious,Next day, quite the deuce to pay!
If her neck she there was stooping,He must here needs pull his hair.

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A Poet's Epitaph

© Ebenezer Elliott

STOP mortal ! Here thy brother lies,

The Poet of the Poor ;

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The German Parnassus.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

With her modest pinions, see,
Philomel encircles me!
In these bushes, in yon grove,

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Effects At A Distance.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

On my table's edge."
Each nerve the nimble boy straineth,
And the end of the castle soon gaineth.

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The Bride of a Year

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

She stands in front of her mirror

  With bright and joyous air,

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The Maid Of The Mill's Treachery.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[This Ballad is introduced in the Wanderjahre,
in a tale called The Foolish Pilgrim.]WHENCE comes our friend so hastily,When scarce the Eastern sky is grey?
Hath he just ceased, though cold it be,In yonder holy spot to pray?
The brook appears to hem his path,Would he barefooted o'er it go?

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A Retrospective Review

© Thomas Hood

Oh, when I was a tiny boy,
My days and nights were full of joy,
My mates were blithe and kind!—
No wonder that I sometimes sigh,
And dash the tear-drop from my eye,
To cast a look behind!

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Ballad Of The Banished And Returning Count.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl,
founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad,
but he never carried out his design.]

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I Am a Victim of Telephone

© Allen Ginsberg


When I lie down to sleep dream the Wishing Well it rings

"Have you a new play for the broken down theater?"

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Threatening Signs.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

IF Venus in the evening sky
Is seen in radiant majesty,
If rod-like comets, red as blood,
Are 'mongst the constellations view'd,

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Cat-pie.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

WHILE he is mark'd by vision clearWho fathoms Nature's treasures,
The man may follow, void of fear,Who her proportions measures.Though for one mortal, it is true,These trades may both be fitted,
Yet, that the things themselves are twoMust always be admitted.Once on a time there lived a cookWhose skill was past disputing,
Who in his head a fancy tookTo try his luck at shooting.So, gun in hand, he sought a spotWhere stores of game were breeding,

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The Spagnoletto. Act IV

© Emma Lazarus

  Night. RIBERA'S bedroom.  RIBERA discovered in his dressing-gown,
  seated reading beside a table, with a light upon it. Enter from
  an open door at the back of the stage, MARIA. She stands
  irresolute for a moment on the threshold behind her father,
  watching him, passes her hand rapidly over her brow and eyes,
  and then knocks.

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Blindman's Buff.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Can through the bandage see!
Although thine eyes are bound,
By thee I'm quickly found,

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The Destruction Of Magdeburg.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[For a fine account of the fearful sack of Magdeburg,
by Tilly, in the year 1613, see SCHILLER's History of the Thirty
Years' War.]

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The Drops Of Nectar.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To a happy end they tasted,
They, and other gentle insects!
For with mortals now divide they
Art?that noblest gift of all.

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A Girl's Sin - In Her Eyes

© Francis Thompson

Cross child! red, and frowning so?
  'I, the day just over,
Gave a lock of hair to--no!
  How DARE you say, my lover?'