Fear poems

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Beatrice

© Alfred Austin

She came into the April air,

And passed across the silvery lawn;

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About the Seduction of an Angel (Translation with original German)

© Bertolt Brecht

Über die Verführung von Engeln

Engel verführt man gar nicht oder schnell.

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The Crucifixion

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Sunlight upon Judha's hills!

And on the waves of Galilee;

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Humanities Lecture

© William Stafford

Aristotle was a little man with
eyes like a lizard, and he found a streak
down the midst of things, a smooth place for his feet
much more important than the carved handles
on the coffins of the great.

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Falling

© James Dickey

Of a virgin  sheds the long windsocks of her stockings  absurd
Brassiere  then feels the girdle required by regulations squirming
Off her: no longer monobuttocked  she feels the girdle flutter  shake
In her hand  and float  upward her clothes rising off her ascending
Into cloud  and fights away from her head the last sharp dangerous shoe
Like a dumb bird  and now will drop in  soon  now will drop

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The Night-Scene : A Dramatic Fragment.

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Sandoval.  You loved the daughter of Don Manrique?
Earl Henry.  Loved?
Sandoval.  Did you not say you wooed her?
Earl Henry.  Once I loved

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On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher

© Richard Lovelace

  I'm un-ore-clowded, too! free from the mist!
The blind and late Heaven's-eyes great Occulist,
Obscured with the false fires of his sceme,
Not half those souls are lightned by this theme.

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The Old and the New

© Leon Gellert

Mars! Mars!

Thy clashing sword was keen

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Philiper Flash

© James Whitcomb Riley

Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad,

His intentions were good--but oh, how sad

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Truth And Divine Love Rejected By The World

© William Cowper

O love, of pure and heavenly birth!
O simple truth, scarce known on earth!
Whom men resist with stubborn will;
And, more perverse and daring still,
Smother and quench, with reasonings vain,
While error and deception reign.

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Olney Hymn 4: Jehovah-Nissi: The Lord My Banner

© William Cowper

By whom was David taught
To aim the deadly blow,
When he Goliath fought,
And laid the Gittite low?
Nor sword nor spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.

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Comfort The Women

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

A Prayer in Time of War

Whence comes the rain that ceaselessly doth fall,

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The Black Sheep

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler


"Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?"
"Yes, sir-yes, sir: a whole world full."

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A Spanish Love Song

© Henry Kendall

From Andalusian gardens

 I bring the rose and rue,

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The Borough. Letter XVII: The Hospital And

© George Crabbe

Govenors

AN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,

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To The Queen

© Alfred Tennyson

O loyal to the royal in thyself,

And loyal to thy land, as this to thee-

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The Song Of Hiawatha IX: Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

On the shores of Gitche Gumee,

Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,

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The Parting.

© Adelaide Crapsey

Was it love breathed on us as on the skies

Dawn breathes for a short space and then is fled;

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Psalm 25 part 2

© Isaac Watts

v.12,14,10,13
S. M.
Divine instruction.

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Parisina

© George Gordon Byron

It is the hour when from the boughs

  The nightingale's high note is heard;