Fear poems
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A Tale, Founded On A Fact, Which Happened In January, 1779
© William Cowper
Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream,
There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blaspheme.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Tale; The Cobbler of Hagenau
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Outside his door, one afternoon,
This humble votary of the muse
Sat in the narrow strip of shade
By a projecting cornice made,
Mending the Burgomaster's shoes,
And singing a familiar tune:--
The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.20th February 1437
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I Catherine am a Douglas born,
A name to all Scots dear;
The Tragedy Of Age
© Edgar Albert Guest
I HEARD an old man say today:
"A young man gives me orders now,"
An Oriental Apologue
© James Russell Lowell
Somewhere in India, upon a time,
(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,)
Sunrise
© Victor Marie Hugo
Foul times there are when nations spiritless
Throw honour away
For tinsel glory, to base happiness
A mournful prey.
Invocation
© Herman Melville
Who with wine in him fears? who thinks of his
cares?
Who sighs to be wise, when wine in him flares?
Water sinks down below, in currents full slow;
But wine mounts on high with its genial glow:--
Welling up, till the brain overflow!
The Midnight Mass
© Ada Cambridge
THE light lay trembling in a silver bar
Along the western borders of the sky;
From out the shadowy dome a little star
Stole forth to keep its patient watch on high;
And night came down, with solemn, soft embrace,
On storied Brittany.
Scorn Not The Least
© Robert Southwell
WHERE wards are weak and foes encount'ring strong,
Where mightier do assault than do defend,
The feebler part puts up enforc'd wrong,
And silent sees that speech could not amend.
Yet higher powers must think, though they repine,
When sun is set, the little stars will shine.
Broadcaster's Poem
© Alden Nowlan
I thought about places
the disc jockey's voice goes
and the things that happen there
and of how impossible it would be for him
to continue if he really knew.
To Henry, Written to a Russian Air
© Amelia Opie
How I hail this morn's appearing!
It will thee, my love, restore:
Safety danger past endearing,
Sure we meet to part no more!
Supper at the Mill
© Jean Ingelow
Frances.
Well, good mother, how are you?
M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:
I think 'tis mostly warm on market-days.
I met with George behind the mill: said he,
"Mother, go in and rest a while."
My Grace Is Sufficient For Thee
© John Newton
Oppressed with unbelief and sin,
Fightings without, and fears within;
While earth and hell, with force combined,
Assault and terrify my mind.
Written In Richmond
© John Kenyon
Thames swept along in summer pride,
Sparkling beneath his verdant edge;
When There's Health In The House
© Edgar Albert Guest
When there's good health In the house, there is laughter everywhere,
And the skies are bright and sunny and the roads are smooth and fair,
For the mother croons her ditties, and the father hums a song.
Although heavy be his burdens, he can carry them along.
Thebais - Book One - part IV
© Pablius Papinius Statius
For by the black infernal Styx I swear,
(That dreadful oath which binds the thunderer)
The Happy Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
If you would know a happy man,
Go find the fellow who
Has had a bout with trouble grim
And just come smiling through.
