Fear poems
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Like to the Clear in Highest Sphere
© Thomas Lodge
Like to the clear in highest sphereWhere all imperial glory shines,Of selfsame colour is her hair,Whether unfolded or in twines: Heigh ho, fair Rosalind
To a Spider
© Linton William James
Spider! Spider! hid from sightTill some hapless fly alight,What fore-thoughtful brain and eyeFashion'd thy web's nice symmetry?
Mind your Knitting
© Linton William James
Lucy! mind your knitting: Blind as I may be,I am certain you're not sitting At your work by me
June
© Francis Ledwidge
Broom out the floor now, lay the fender by,And plant this bee-sucked bough of woodbine there,And let the window down
Man and Bat
© David Herbert Lawrence
When I went into my room, at mid-morning,Say ten o'clock ...My room, a crash-box over that great stone rattleThe Via de' Bardi ....
Cruelty and Love / Love on the Farm
© David Herbert Lawrence
Version 1 (1913)1.2Lifted, grasping the golden light1.3Which weaves its way through the creeper leaves1.4 To my heart's delight?
Salve Deus Rex Iudæorum
© Lanyer Æmilia
Now Pontius Pilate is to judge the CauseOf faultlesse Jesus, who before him stands;Who neither hath offended Prince, nor Lawes,Although he now be brought in woefull bands:O noble Governour, make thou yet a pause,Doe not in innocent blood imbrue thy hands; But heare the words of thy most worthy wife, Who sends to thee, to beg her Sauiours life
To Correspondents
© Andrew Lang
MY postman, though I fear thy tread, And tremble as thy foot draws nearer,'Tis not the Christmas dun I dread, My mortal foe is much severer --The unknown correspondent, who, With indefatigable pen,And nothing in the world to do, Perplexes literary men
Acon and Rhodope; or, Inconstancy
© Walter Savage Landor
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by,Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve,Some froward, some sedater, some adorn'dFor festival, some reckless of attire
The Incarnation
© Knox Isa Craig
Not in cloud and not in thunder,Filling all the world with wonder, Came to earth the Lord of earth;But with helpless cries and tears,Mid a mother's pains and fears, Entered by the gate of birth.
Two Canadian Memorials
© Rudyard Kipling
We giving all gained all. Neither lament us nor praise.Only in all things recall, It is Fear, not Death that slays.
Yozgad IV: How like an ocean is existence here
© Julius Stanley de Vere Alexander
Yozgad is situated in a remote and high valley of the Anatolian tableland
