Fear poems
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The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
`By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
The Wind
© Mathilde Blind
ACROSS the barren moors the wild, wild wind
Went sweeping on, and with his sobs and shrieks
The Golden Wedding Of Sterling And Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868.
© Sidney Lanier
By the Eldest Grandson.
Part Of The Fifth Scene In The Second Act Of Athalia
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
[Abner]
Oh! just avenging Heaven! [aside.
Calgary Station
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,
These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;
Dumb with the awe of those whom fate has hurled,
Breathless, upon the threshold of a world!
To A Thunder-Cloud
© George MacDonald
Oh, melancholy fragment of the night
Drawing thy lazy web against the sun,
Cradle Hymn
© Isaac Watts
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed;
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
From House To House
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The first was like a dream through summer heat,
The second like a tedious numbing swoon,
While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat
Beneath a winter moon.
The Image Of Death
© Lord Alfred Douglas
I carved an image coloured like the night,
Winged with huge wings, stern-browed and menacing,
The Last Song of Sappho
© Giacomo Leopardi
Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray
Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er
To The Apennines
© William Cullen Bryant
Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines!
In the soft light of these serenest skies;
From the broad highland region, black with pines,
Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise,
Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold
In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.
Amyntor's Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, And Gratiana. An Elogie
© Richard Lovelace
It was Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris
For ever ecchoes, and her glories;
Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdesse,
That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse;
The Emigrants Monument At Point St. Charles
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A kindly thought, a generous deed,
Ye gallant sons of toil!
No nobler trophy could ye raise
On your adopted soil
Than this monument to your kindred dead,
Who sleep beneath in their cold, dark bed.
Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And Fine Ladies. In Two Parts
© Hannah More
PART I.
Florio, a youth of gay renown,
The Song Of Theodolinda
© George Meredith
Mark the skeleton of fire
Lightening from its thunder-roof:
So comes this that saw expire
Him we love, for our behoof!
Red of heat, O white of heat,
This from off the Cross we greet.
Peter Walking Upon The Water
© John Newton
A Word from Jesus calms the sea,
The stormy wind controls;
And gives repose and liberty
To tempest-tossed souls.
