Fear poems
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Laus Deo
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
IN the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands.
At his belt the coffin nails, and the hammer in his hands.
The First Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Though my best lines no dainty things affords,
My worst haue in them some thing else then words.
The Fugitives
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The waters are flashing,
The white hail is dashing,
The lightnings are glancing,
The hoar-spray is dancing
Away!
History of Scanderbeg excerpt from Canto V
© Naim Frashëri
Krujë oh blessed citadel
await, await for Scanderbeg!
Returning as a hued dove
to liberate our motherland.
At Sea
© Sara Teasdale
IN the pull of the wind I stand, lonely,
On the deck of a ship, rising, falling,
Wild night around me, wild water under me,
Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling.
An Epistle To George William Curtis
© James Russell Lowell
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,
Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,
See Where The Thames, The Purest Stream
© William Cowper
See where the Thames, the purest stream
That wavers to the noon-day beam,
Divides the vale below;
While like a vein of liquid ore
His waves enrich the happy shore,
Still shining as they flow.
The Two Ships
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
On the sea of life they floated,
Brothers twain in manhood's pride,
Book First [Introduction-Childhood and School Time]
© William Wordsworth
OH there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Russell Gurney
© George MacDonald
In that high country whither thou art gone,
Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers,
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 1.
© William Cowper
Adam, arise, since I do thee impart
A spirit warm from my benignant breath:
Arise, arise, first man,
And joyous let the world
Embrace its living miniature in thee!
The Grave-Digger
© Emile Verhaeren
In the garden yonder of yews and death,
There sojourneth
A man who toils, and has toiled for aye.
Digging the dried-up ground all day.
The Freeman
© Ellen Glasgow
A VAGABOND between the East and West,
Careless I greet the scourging and the rod;
I fear no terror any man may bring,
Nor any god.
Sonnets LLXXI:LXXII:LXXIII: The Choice
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I
Eat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die.
The Vagabonds
© Bliss William Carman
We go unheeded as the stream
That wanders by the hill-wood side,
Till the great marshes take his hand
And lead him to the roving tide.
Grace
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
How much, preventing God! how much I owe
To the defenses thou hast round me set:
An Interview
© Robert Fuller Murray
I met him down upon the pier,
His eyes were wild and sad,
And something in them made me fear
That he was going mad.
The Fens
© John Clare
Among the tawny tasselled reed
The ducks and ducklings float and feed.
With head oft dabbing in the flood
They fish all day the weedy mud,
And tumbler-like are bobbing there,
Heels topsy turvy in the air.
Oxford In WarTime
© Robert Laurence Binyon
What alters you, familiar lawn and tower,
Arched alley, and garden green to the gray wall
With crumbling crevice and the old wine--red flower,
Solitary in summer sun? for all
