Fear poems
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The Borough. Letter V: The Election
© George Crabbe
YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,
Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;
The Crown of Years
© Robert Fuller Murray
Years grow and gather-each a gem
Lustrous with laughter and with tears,
And cunning Time a crown of years
Contrives for her who weareth them.
Xanthias Jollied
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Nay, Xanthias, feel unashamed
That she you love is but a servant.
Remember, lovers far more famed
Were just as fervent.
A Song For Evaleen
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Sing a song for Evaleen, only two years old,
Running laughing on life's path in her wilful way;
The Common Joys
© Edgar Albert Guest
THESE joys are free to all who live
The rich and poor, the great and low:
A Treatise On Poetry: IV Natura
© Czeslaw Milosz
The garden of Nature opens.
The grass at the threshold is green.
And an almond tree begins to bloom.
Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wa
© Richard Savage
Great Hope of Britain!-Here the Muse essays
A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise.
Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known!
A princely zeal!-a spirit all your own!
The Antagonists
© Robert Laurence Binyon
``I am the will of the Fire
That bursts into boundless fury;
I am my own implacable desire.
Gotham - Book II
© Charles Churchill
How much mistaken are the men who think
That all who will, without restraint may drink,
Epithalamium
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O joy! O fear! what will be done
In the absence of the sun?
Come along!
The Seekers Of Lice
© Arthur Rimbaud
When the child's forehead, full of red torments,
Implores the white swarm of indistinct dreams,
Love's Suicide
© Edith Nesbit
Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle.
THIS treasure of love, these passion-flowers,
Ovid In Exile, At Tomis, In Bessarabia, Near The Mouths Of The Danube
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Deep lies the snow, and neither the sun nor the rain can dissolve
it;
Boreas hardens it still, makes it forever remain.
Samuel
© Edgar Lee Masters
Hear then of brawn-armed Samuel,
Fair-haired and heavy-jaw;
For he feared not the gates of hell,
Spiked 'round with heaven's law.
To A Departed Spirit
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
From the bright stars, or from the viewless air,
Or from some world unreached by human thought,
Spirit, sweet spirit! if thy home be there,
And if thy visions with the past be fraught,
Answer me, answer me!
On A Picture Of John D. Rockefeller
© Edgar Lee Masters
If thou, Columbia, dost from this, thy son--
The condor beak and python eyes--recoil,
Bethink thee of the years that Freedom's soil
Was husbanded by devil-feet which run
On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey
© Francis Beaumont
MORTALITY, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
A Spirit's Return
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou knewest me not in life's fresh vernal morn -
I would thou hadst! - for then my heart on thine
Had poured a worthier love; now, all o'erworn
By its deep thirst for something too divine,
It hath but fitful music to bestow,
Echoes of harp-strings broken long ago.
