Fear poems
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If That High World
© George Gordon Byron
If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving Love endears;
1916 seen from 1921
© Edmund Blunden
Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,
I sit in solitude and only hear
A Song For The Time
© John Greenleaf Whittier
UP, laggards of Freedom! our free flag is cast
To the blaze of the sun and the wings of the blast;
Will ye turn from a struggle so bravely begun,
From a foe that is breaking, a field that's half won?
The Poet Laberius
© Oliver Goldsmith
PART OF A PROLOGUE WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY THE POET LABERIUS
A ROMAN KNIGHT, WHOM CAESAR FORCED UPON THE STAGE
A Childhood
© Stephen Spender
In what purity of pleasure
You danced alone like a peasant
For the stamping joy's own sake!
Despondency -- An Ode
© Robert Burns
Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care,
A burden more than I can bear,
Recalling War
© Robert Graves
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean,
The track aches only when the rain reminds.
The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood
The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm.
Will, The Maniac
© Washington Allston
HARK! what wild sound is on the breeze?
'Tis Will, at evening fall
Who sings to yonder waving trees
That shade his prison wall.
On The Future Of Poetry
© Henry Austin Dobson
Bards of the Future! you that come
With striding march, and roll of drum,
On The Queen's Visit To London, The Night Of The 17th March 1789
© William Cowper
When, long sequestered from his throne,
George took his seat again,
By right of worth, not blood alone
Entitled here to reign;
Consolations in Bereavement
© John Henry Newman
Death came and went:that so thy image might
Our yearning hearts possess,
Associate with all pleasant thoughts and bright,
With youth and loveliness;
Sorrow can claim,
Mary, nor lot nor part in thy soft soothing name.
Divided
© Jean Ingelow
An empty sky, a world of heather,
Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom;
We two among them wading together,
Shaking out honey, treading perfume.
The Borough. Letter XI: Inns
© George Crabbe
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,
'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;
And to him who has rather too much of that one,
'Tis the house of a friend where he's welcome to
IV: To The World
© Benjamin Jonson
A farewell for a Gentlewoman, vertuous and noble
False world, good-night, since thou hast brought
That houre upon my morne of age,
Hence-forth I quit thee from my thought,
The Schoolboy
© William Blake
I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me.
O! what sweet company.
"Just for joy, take from my palms"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Just for joy, take from my palms
A little sun, a little honey,
As Persephone's bees commanded.
The Hermit
© Thomas Parnell
Far in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youth to age a rev'rend hermit grew;
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well:
Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days,
Pray'r all his bus'ness, all his pleasure praise.
