Fear poems
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The Sorrowful Fate of Bartholomew Jones
© William Gay
Bartholemew Jones made his money in mines,And although he has left us his fame still shinesAs a man who was knowing in various lines.
Resurge
© William Gay
Come forth, O Man, from darkness into light,Renounce the dust, break through thy sordid bars,For ever leave the crawling shapes of Night,And move erect among thy native stars:No longer grovel in a foetid cellWhen all the spaces of the sky are thine,With Sloth and Want no more a beggar dwellWhen thou canst claim a heritage divine;Awake and live! nor dream the dreams of deathThat brood, fantastic, fearful, o'er thy grave,Thou art not of the stuff that perisheth,Nor unto Fate and Time art thou a slave;Thy power extends beyond the starry Pole,And worlds and suns revolve within thy soul
The Widow's Croone
© Galt John
And maun I lanely spin the tow, And ca' the weary wheel,For cauld they lie,--where do they lie, The winsome and the leil?
The Selfish
© Galt John
There is a death, an apathy profoundAs that of those who in the churchyard lie,Although the sepulchres be above ground,Where rot these moral morts unconsciously
To Sir Toby,
© Philip Morin Freneau
." The motions of his spirit are black as night, ." And his affections dark as Erebus.." SHAKESPEARE.
To Mr. Blanchard, the Celebrated Aeronaut
© Philip Morin Freneau
Nil Mortalibus ard unum lestCoelum ipsum petimus stuttistra. HORACE.
‘Ach, I Dunno!’
© William Percy French
I'm simply surrounded by lovers, Since Da made his fortune in land;They're comin' in crowds like the plovers To ax for me hand
Abdul Abulbul Ameer
© William Percy French
The sons of the Prophet are brave men and boldAnd quite unaccustomed to fearBut the bravest by far in the ranks of the ShahWas Abdul Abulbul Ameer
Oak and Olive
© Flecker James Elroy
I And bred in Gloucestershire,I walked in Hellas years ago With friends in white attire:And I remember how my soul Drank wine as pure as fire.
No Coward's Song
© Flecker James Elroy
I am afraid to think about my death,When it shall be, and whether in great painI shall rise up and fight the air for breathOr calmly wait the bursting of my brain.
Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
© Edward Fitzgerald
IHas flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caughtThe Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
The Petition for an Absolute Retreat
© Anne Finch - Countess of Winchilsea
(Inscribed to the Right Honourable Catharine Countess of Thanet, mentioned in the poem under the name of Arminda)
Fragment in Imitation of Wordsworth
© Fanshawe Catherine Maria
There is a river clear and fair, 'Tis neither broad nor narrow;It winds a little here and there --It winds about like any hare;And then it takes as straight a courseAs on the turnpike road a horse, Or through the air an arrow
Ben Bolt
© English Thomas Dunn
Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt -- Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown,Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown?In the old church-yard in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone,They have fitted a slab of the granite so grey, And Alice lies under the stone
Written with a Pencil in Darfield Churchyard
© Ebenezer Elliott
Man draws his fleeting breathIn doubt and fear,Though life for ever blooms,And smiling ev'n on tombs,Bids beauty say to death,"What dost thou here?"
Ah, Silly Pug, wert thou so Sore Afraid
© Elizabeth I
Ah, silly Pug, wert thou so sore afraid?Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed
My Mind to me a Kingdom Is
© Sir Edward Dyer
My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I findThat it excels all other bliss Which God or nature hath assign'd.Though much I want that most would have,Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
