Fear poems

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The Columbiad: Book VII

© Joel Barlow

He spoke; his moving armies veil'd the plain,
His fleets rode bounding on the western main;
O'er lands and seas the loud applauses rung,
And war and union dwelt on every tongue.

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The Divine Lullaby

© Eugene Field

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord;
I hear it by the stormy sea
When winter nights are black and wild,
And when, affright, I call to Thee;
It calms my fears and whispers me,
"Sleep well, my child."

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The delectable ballad of the waller lot

© Eugene Field

Up yonder in Buena Park
There is a famous spot,
In legend and in history
Yclept the Waller Lot.

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The Glory of Ships

© Henry Van Dyke

The glory of ships is an old, old song,
  since the days when the sea-rovers ran
In their open boats through the roaring surf,
  and the spread of the world began;
The glory of ships is a light on the sea,
  and a star in the story of man.

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The "happy isles" of horace

© Eugene Field

Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
In the golden haze off yonder,
Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles,
And the ocean loves to wander.

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The Philanthropist

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

  Gently replied the angel of the pen:
  "Labour in peace and love your fellow-men:
  And love not God, since men alone are dear,
  Only fear God; for you have cause to fear."

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Hafbur And Signy

© William Morris

It was the King’s son Hafbur
Woke up amid the night,
And ’gan to tell of a wondrous dream
In swift words nowise light.

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Fourteenth Sunday After Trinity

© John Keble

Ten cleansed, and only one remain!

Who would have thought our nature's stain

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Norse lullaby

© Eugene Field

The sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:

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To The New-Born

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

A BLESSING on thy head, thou child of many hopes and fears!
A rainbow-welcome thine hath been, of mingled smiles and tears.
Thy father greets thee unto life, with a full and chasten'd heart,
For a solemn gift from God thou com'st, all precious as thou art!

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Mediaeval eventide song

© Eugene Field

Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night,
For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white,
And yonder sings ye angell as onely angells may,
And his songe ben of a garden that bloometh farre awaye.

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Will Ye Also Go Away?

© John Newton

When any turn from Zion's way,
(Alas! what numbers do!)
Methinks I hear my Saviour say,
Wilt thou forsake me too?

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Little miss brag

© Eugene Field

Little Miss Brag has much to say
To the rich little lady from over the way
And the rich little lady puts out a lip
As she looks at her own white, dainty slip,

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The Goddess Contributed To The Fair For The Ladies Patriotic Fund Of The Pacific

© Francis Bret Harte

"Who comes?" The sentry`s warning cry
Rings sharply on the evening air:
Who comes? The challenge: no reply,
Yet something motions there.

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Little all-aloney

© Eugene Field

Little All-Aloney's feet
Pitter-patter in the hall,
And his mother runs to meet
And to kiss her toddling sweet,

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Hugo's "flower to butterfly"

© Eugene Field

Sweet, bide with me and let my love
Be an enduring tether;
Oh, wanton not from spot to spot,
But let us dwell together.

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Sea Song

© William Ellery Channing

Our boat to the waves go free,
By the bending tide, where the curled wave breaks,
Like the track of the wind on the white snowflakes:
Away, away! 'Tis a path o'er the sea.

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Horace to phyllis

© Eugene Field

Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine
That fairly reeks with precious juices,
And in your tresses you shall twine
The loveliest flowers this vale produces.

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Horace to Melpomene

© Eugene Field

Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,--
Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing;
And thou, corrosive blasts of time, by all things mortal feared,
Thy buffets and thy rage are unavailing!

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Fiddle-Dee-Dee

© Eugene Field

There once was a bird that lived up in a tree,
And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" -
A very provoking, unmusical song
For one to be whistling the summer day long!
Yet always contented and busy was he
With that vocal recurrence of "Fiddle-dee-dee."