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Emily Dickinson
Lest they should come -- is all my fear
Lest they should come -- is all my fear
When sweet incarcerated here
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Thomas Hardy
Cardinal Bembo's Epitaph on Raphael
Here's one in whom Nature feared--faint at such vying -
Eclipse while he lived, and decease at his dying.
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Stephen Crane
A man feared that he might find an assassin
A man feared that he might find an assassin;
Another that he might find a victim.
One was more wise than the other.
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Emily Dickinson
A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear
A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear --
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
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Emily Dickinson
Climbing to reach the costly Hearts
Climbing to reach the costly Hearts
To which he gave the worth,
He broke them, fearing punishment
He ran away from Earth --
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Emily Dickinson
Let my first Knowing be of thee
Let my first Knowing be of thee
With morning's warming Light --
And my first Fearing, lest Unknowns
Engulf thee in the night --
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Walter Savage Landor
Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low
Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
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Emily Dickinson
I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News
I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News
That such a Realm could be --
"The House not made with Hands" it was --
Thrown open wide to me --
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Bertolt Brecht
To Be Read In The Morning And At Night
My love
Has told me
That he needs me.
That's why
I take good care of myself
Watch out where I'm going and
Fear that any drop of rain
Might kill me.
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Spike Milligan
Bump
Things that go 'bump' in the night
Should not really give one a fright.
It's the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear,
That, and the absence of light!
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Edward Lear
There Was an Old Man with a Beard
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, "It is just as I feared! --
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard.
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Henry Van Dyke
Time Is
Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.
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Robert Herrick
BARLEY-BREAK; OR, LAST IN HELL
We two are last in hell; what may we fear
To be tormented or kept pris'ners here I
Alas! if kissing be of plagues the worst,
We'll wish in hell we had been last and first.
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Emily Dickinson
When I hoped I feared --
When I hoped I feared --
Since I hoped I dared
Everywhere alone
As a Church remain --
Spectre cannot harm --
Serpent cannot charm --
He deposes Doom
Who hath suffered him --
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Robert Herrick
ANTHEA'S RETRACTATION
Anthea laugh'd, and, fearing lest excess
Might stretch the cords of civil comeliness
She with a dainty blush rebuked her face,
And call'd each line back to his rule and space.
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Emily Dickinson
Not seeing, still we know --
Not seeing, still we know --
Not knowing, guess --
Not guessing, smile and hide
And half caress --
And quake -- and turn away,
Seraphic fear --
Is Eden's innuendo
"If you dare"?
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Wanda Phipps
Morning Poem #6
groggy voice
hangover head
phone rongs
work call
money writing
muddled thoughts
adrenaline rush
hands clutch
power book
pauses comerapid doubts
make calls
take notes
ming push
fear waits
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Emily Dickinson
Time feels so vast that were it not
Time feels so vast that were it not
For an Eternity --
I fear me this Circumference
Engross my Finity --
To His exclusion, who prepare
By Processes of Size
For the Stupendous Vision
Of his diameters --
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Stephen Crane
Mystic shadow, bending near me,
Mystic shadow, bending near me,
Who art thou?
Whence come ye?
And -- tell me -- is it fair
Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?
Tell me!
Fear not that I should quaver.
For I dare -- I dare.
Then, tell me!
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Emily Dickinson
A Diamond on the Hand
A Diamond on the Hand
To Custom Common grown
Subsides from its significance
The Gem were best unknown --
Within a Seller's Shrine
How many sight and sigh
And cannot, but are mad for fear
That any other buy.
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Laurence Binyon
The Woods Entry
So old is the wood, so old,
Old as Fear.
Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves;
No sound near.
Shadows retreat into shadow,
Deepening, crossed.
Burning light singles a low leaf, a bough,
Far within, lost.
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A S J Tessimond
Epitaph For Our Children
Blame us for these who were cradled and rocked in our chaos;
Watching our sidelong watching, fearing our fear;
Playing their blind-man's-bluff in our gutted mansions,
Their follow-my-leader on a stair that ended in air.
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Emily Dickinson
A Charm invests a face
A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld --
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled --
But peers beyond her mesh --
And wishes -- and denies --
Lest Interview -- annul a want
That Image -- satisfies --
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Emily Dickinson
The Soul unto itself
The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend --
Or the most agonizing Spy --
An Enemy -- could send --
Secure against its own --
No treason it can fear --
Itself -- its Sovereign -- of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe --
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Emily Dickinson
Is it true, dear Sue?
Is it true, dear Sue?
Are there two?
I shouldn't like to come
For fear of joggling Him!
If I could shut him up
In a Coffee Cup,
Or tie him to a pin
Till I got in --
Or make him fast
To "Toby's" fist --
Hist! Whist! I'd come!
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