Fear poems
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The Trenches
© Frederic Manning
Endless lanes sunken in the clay,
Bays, and traverses, fringed with wasted herbage,
The Art Of War. Book II.
© Henry James Pye
The season form'd to fan more pleasing fires,
Parent of blooming hopes and young desires,
When smiling Graces every flower combine,
The blooming wreaths of Love and Peace to twine,
Tempts only now to scenes of blood and death
The daring Warrior urg'd by Glory's breath.
Troilus And Cresida
© William Wordsworth
FROM CUAUCER
NEXT morning Troilus began to clear
His eyes from sleep, at the first break of day,
And unto Pandarus, his own Brother dear,
The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XXI: Abel Keene
© George Crabbe
merchant's son,
Choice spirits all, who wish'd him to be one;
It must, no question, give them lively joy,
Hopes long indulged to combat and destroy;
At these they levelled all their skill and
Jaspar
© Robert Southey
Jaspar was poor, and want and vice
Had made his heart like stone,
And Jaspar look'd with envious eyes
On riches not his own.
Scenes In London IV - The City Churchyard
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I PRAY thee lay me not to rest
Among these mouldering bones;
Too heavily the earth is prest
By all these crowded stones.
The Hail-Storm (From The Norse)
© George Borrow
When from our ships we bounded,
I heard, with fear astounded,
A Womans Sonnets: XI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Wild words I write, and lettered in deep pain,
To lay in your loved hand as love's farewell.
It is the thought we shall not meet again
Nerves me to write and my whole secret tell.
The Helmsman
© Henry Kendall
LIKE one who meets a staggering blow,
The stout old ship doth reel,
And waters vast go seething past
But will it last, this fearful blast,
On straining shroud and groaning mast,
O sailor at the wheel?
Justice (II)
© George Herbert
O Dreadfull Justice, what a fright and terrour
Wast thou of old,
When sinne and errour
Did show and shape thy looks to me,
And through their glasse discolour thee!
He that did but look up, was proud and bold.
The Portland Election Air/"The Parson And The Suckling Pig"
© William Gay
1. 'Twas in the year of fifty one; the tenth day of September;
The Electors came all in a band, to vote for their first member.
Two candidates were fixed upon, a little while before,
Our worthy Guardian Wilkinson, and Melbourne, Mr Moore.
Langue D'Oc
© Ezra Pound
When the springtime is sweet
And the birds repeat
Their new song in the leaves.
Tis meet
A man go where he will.
To E.G., Dedicating a Book
© George MacDonald
A broken tale of endless things,
Take, lady: thou art not of those
Who in what vale a fountain springs
Would have its journey close.
A Story Of Doom: Book I.
© Jean Ingelow
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,
My master, unto whom is my desire,
The father of my sons?" He answered her,
"Mother of many children, I have heard
The Voice again." "Ah, me!" she saith, "ah, me!
What spake it?" and with that Niloiya sighed.
At Twilight
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
Was it so long? It seems so brief a while
Since this still hour between the day and dark
Was lightened by a little fellows smile;
Since we were wont to mark
Our Little Ghost
© Louisa May Alcott
Oft, in the silence of the night,
When the lonely moon rides high,
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: X
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
An instant, just an instant, and no more,
And it was gone, and I with eyes unsealed
Saw the bald pageant stripped to its thought's core,
And naked there to my scared eyes revealed.
The Wishing Bridge
© John Greenleaf Whittier
AMONG the legends sung or said
Along our rocky shore,
The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead
May well be sung once more.
