Fear poems
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In a Minor Key
© Amy Levy
That was love that I had before
Years ago, when my heart was young;
Ev'ry smile was a gem you wore;
Ev'ry word was a sweet song sung.
Lionel And Lucille
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I.
IN the beautiful Castleton Island a mansion of lordly style,
Embowered in gardens and lawns, looks over the glimmering bay.
In the light of a morning in summer, with stately beauty and pride,
Valedictory Address To The D--n
© James Clerk Maxwell
John Alexander Frere, John,
When we were first acquent,
A March Day in London
© Amy Levy
The east wind blows in the street to-day;
The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey.
'Tis the wind of ice, the wind of fire,
Of cold despair and of hot desire,
Which chills the flesh to aches and pains,
And sends a fever through all the veins.
When my love did what I would not, what I would not
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
When my love did what I would not, what I would not,
I could hear his merry voice upon the wind,
Crying, "e;Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not.
Love is blind!"
The Needless Alarm. A Tale
© William Cowper
Moral
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have passd away.
Bakhchisaray
© Adam Mickiewicz
Those halls of the Gireys - still vast and great! -
Are galleries where desolation falls;
Those varicolored domes, those crumbling halls
Where proud pashas upon rich divans sate:
To M. T.
© James Bayard Taylor
THOUGH thy constant love I share,
Yet its gift is rarer;
In my youth I thought thee fair:
Thou art older and fairer!
Divinitie
© George Herbert
As men, for fear the starres should sleep and nod,
And trip at night, have spheres supplied;
As if a starre were duller than a clod,
Which knows his way without a guide;
Punctilio
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
O LET me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and oer precise,
That I may charm my charmàd dear
As tho I felt a secret fear
Good Friday in my Heart
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
GOOD FRIDAY in my heart! Fear and affright!
My thoughts are the Disciples when they fled,
My words the words that priest and soldier said,
My deed the spear to desecrate the dead.
And day, Thy death therein, is changed to night.
To The Canary Bird
© Jones Very
I cannot hear thy voice with others' ears,
Who make of thy lost liberty a gain;
Spiritual Laws
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
The living Heaven thy prayers respect,
House at once and architect,
Come To Me
© George MacDonald
Come to me, come to me, O my God;
Come to me everywhere!
Let the trees mean thee, and the grassy sod,
And the water and the air!
A Voice From The Factories
© Caroline Norton
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven,
Forth to a world of labour, death, and care;
Still, of his native Eden, bounteous Heaven
Resolved one brief memorial to spare,
Alexis And Dora
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
FARTHER and farther away, alas! at each moment the vessel
Hastens, as onward it glides, cleaving the foam-cover'd flood!
The Anxious Dead
© John McCrae
O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear
Above their heads the legions pressing on:
(These fought their fight in time of bitter fear,
And died not knowing how the day had gone.)
Slumber Songs
© John McCrae
Sleep, little eyes
That brim with childish tears amid thy play,
Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh
Against the joys that throng thy coming day.
Stanzas On Freedom
© James Russell Lowell
Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free,
