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Famous Terror Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Terror poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous terror poems. These examples illustrate what a famous terror poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Shakespeare, William
...assions likewise lent me
Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
Effects of terror and dear modesty,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.

''And, lo, behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,
I have received from many a several fair,
Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd,
With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
And deep-brain'd sonnets that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature, wor...Read more of this...



by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...e fire on the hearth, on the board was the supper untasted,
Empty and drear was each room, and haunted with phantoms of terror.
Sadly echoed her step on the stair and the floor of her chamber.
In the dead of the night she heard the disconsolate rain fall
Loud on the withered leaves of the sycamore-tree by the window.
Keenly the lightning flashed; and the voice of the echoing thunder
Told her that God was in heaven, and governed the world he created!
Then she remem...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...he 
 skull, 
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- 
 ing their money in wastebaskets and listening 
 to the Terror through the wall, 
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through 
 Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, 
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in 
 Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their 
 torsos night after night 
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al- 
 cohol and cock and endless balls, 
incomparable b...Read more of this...

by Sexton, Anne
...to its knees 
but we can't translate the language. 
It is only known that they are here to worship, 
to worship the terror of the rain, 
the mud and all its people, 
the body itself, 
working like a city, 
the night and its slow blood 
the autumn sky, mary blue. 
but more than that, 
to worship the question itself, 
though the buildings burn 
and the big people topple over in a faint. 
Bring a flashlight, Ms. Dog, 
and look in every corner of the brain 
and as...Read more of this...



by Byron, George (Lord)
...of gloom, 
And the wide waving of his shaken plume, 
Glanced like a spectre's attributes, and gave 
His aspect all that terror gives the grave. 

XII. 

'Twas midnight — all was slumber; the lone light 
Dimm'd in the lamp, as loth to break the night. 
Hark! there be murmurs heard in Lara's hall — 
A sound — voice — a shriek — a fearful call! 
A long, loud shriek — and silence — did they hear 
That frantic echo burst the sleeping ear? 
They heard and rose, and trem...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...Essex' coast. 

Fresh messengers still the sad news assure; 
More timorous now we are than first secure. 
False terrors our believing fears devise, 
And the French army one from Calais spies. 
Bennet and May and those of shorter reach 
Change all for guineas, and a crown for each, 
But wiser men and well foreseen in chance 
In Holland theirs had lodged before, and France. 
Whitehall's unsafe; the court all meditates 
To fly to Windsor and mure up the gates.Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...lood':
There s been enough shed without shedding mine.
Remember Birnam Wood! The wood's in flux!"

He had a special terror of the flux
That showed itself in dendrophobia.
The only decent tree had been to mill
And educated into boards, be said.
He knew too well for any earthly use
The line where man leaves off and nature starts.
And never overstepped it save in dreams.
He stood on the safe side of the line talking—
Which is sheer Matthew Arnoldism,
The cult...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...reigns, and so much to him due 
Of hazard more as he above the rest 
High honoured sits? Go, therefore, mighty Powers, 
Terror of Heaven, though fallen; intend at home, 
While here shall be our home, what best may ease 
The present misery, and render Hell 
More tolerable; if there be cure or charm 
To respite, or deceive, or slack the pain 
Of this ill mansion: intermit no watch 
Against a wakeful foe, while I abroad 
Through all the coasts of dark destruction seek 
Deliveran...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...ralest, and most profitable of all other Poems:
therefore said by Aristotle to be of power by raising pity and fear,
or terror, to purge the mind of those and such like passions, that is
to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight,
stirr'd up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated. Nor is
Nature wanting in her own effects to make good his assertion: for
so in Physic things of melancholic hue and quality are us'd against
melancholy, sowr aga...Read more of this...

by Angelou, Maya
...n
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise....Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...lls, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III

Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...on the smoother pathway treading, 
More free her timid bosom beat, 
The maid pursued her silent guide; 
And though her terror urged retreat, 
How could she quit her Selim's side? 
How teach her tender lips to chide? 

VII. 

They reach'd at length a grotto, hewn 
By nature, but enlarged by art, 
Where oft her lute she wont to tune, 
And oft her Koran conn'd apart: 
And oft in youthful reverie 
She dream'd what Paradise might be; 
Where woman's parted soul shall go 
Her P...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...we drove, the equinoctial deep  Ran mountains-high before the howling blast.  We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep  Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep,  Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue,  Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap,  That we the mercy of the waves should rue.  We readied the western world, a poor, devoted crew.   Oh I ...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne
...nce, and Holland sav'd, Calais won,
5.34 And Philip and Albertus half undone.
5.35 I saw all peace at home, terror to foes,
5.36 But ah, I saw at last those eyes to close,
5.37 And then, me thought, the world at noon grew dark
5.38 When it had lost that radiant Sun-like spark.
5.39 In midst of griefs, I saw some hopes revive
5.40 (For 'twas our hopes then kept our hearts alive);
5.41 I saw hopes dash't, our forwardness was shent,
5....Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...n came the doctor, grave and grey; spoke of decline, of nervous strain;
Hinted Egypt, the South of France -- Brown with terror was tiger-gripped.
Where was the money? What the chance? Pitiful God! . . . the manuscript!
A thousand dollars! his only hope! he gazed and gazed at the garret wall. . . .
Reached at last for the envelope, turned to his wife and told her all.
Told of his friend, his promise true; told like his very heart would break...Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...ace in me,
Gleaming above upon my groaning bark.
Whate'er my sorrow be, I then may hark
A loving voice: whate'er my terror be,
This heavenly comfort still I win from thee,
To shine my lodestar that wert once my mark. 
Prodigal nature makes us but to taste
One perfect joy, which given she niggard grows;
And lest her precious gift should run to waste,
Adds to its loss a thousand lesser woes:
So to the memory of the gift that graced
Her hand, her graceless hand more grac...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...! thyself wilt say,
     That grim Sir Roderick owns its sway.
     The Saxon scourge, Clan-Alpine's pride,
     The terror of Loch Lomond's side,
     Would, at my suit, thou know'st, delay
     A Lennox foray—for a day.'—
     XII..

     The ancient bard her glee repressed:
     'Ill hast thou chosen theme for jest!
     For who, through all this western wild,
     Named Black Sir Roderick e'er, and smiled?
     In Holy-Rood a knight he slew;
     I saw, when ...Read more of this...

by Blake, William
...me into the deep down falling, even to
eternity down falling, 
And weep! 
In her trembling hands she took the new, born terror howling;
On those infinite mountains of light now barr'd out by the
atlantic sea, the new born fire stood before the starry king! 
Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages the
jealous wings wav'd over the deep.
The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield,
forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and 
[PL 26]hu...Read more of this...

by Miller, Alice Duer
...othing whatever, but we'll come in.'

XXXV 
And at last—at last—like the dawn of a calm, fair day 
After a night of terror and storm, they came—
My young light-hearted countrymen, tall and gay, 
Looking the world over in search of fun and fame, 
Marching through London to the beat of a boastful air, 
Seeing for the first time Piccadilly and Leicester Square, 
All the bands playing: 'Over There, Over There, 
Send the word, send the word to beware—' 
And as the American fla...Read more of this...

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