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Famous Muse Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...th, elegance and ease 
And temp'rate mirth in social intercourse 
Convey rich pleasure to the mind; and oft 
The sacred muse in heaven-breathing song 
Doth wrap the soul in extasy divine, 
Inspiring joy and sentiment which not 
The tale of war or song of Druids gave. 
The song of Druids or the tale of war 
With martial vigour every breast inspir'd, 
With valour fierce and love of deathless fame; 
But here a rich and splendid throng conven'd 
From many a distant city and f...Read more of this...



by Smart, Christopher
...he light of Israel in his ways, 
Wise are his precepts, prayer and praise, 
 And counsel to his child. 

 XVII 
His muse, bright angel of his verse, 
Gives balm for all the thorns that pierce, 
 For all the pangs that rage; 
Blest light, still gaining on the gloom, 
The more than Michal of his bloom, 
 Th'Abishag of his age. 

 XVIII 
He sung of God—the mighty source 
Of all things—the stupendous force 
 On which all strength depends; 
From Whose right arm, beneath Wh...Read more of this...

by Pope, Alexander
...and Judgment often are at strife,
Tho' meant each other's Aid, like Man and Wife.
'Tis more to guide than spur the Muse's Steed;
Restrain his Fury, than provoke his Speed;
The winged Courser, like a gen'rous Horse,
Shows most true Mettle when you check his Course.

Those RULES of old discover'd, not devis'd,
Are Nature still, but Nature Methodiz'd;
Nature, like Liberty, is but restrain'd
By the same Laws which first herself ordain'd.

Hear how learn'd Greece her ...Read more of this...

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...BOOK FIRST.

I.

ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy.
Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy
To sing of deeds as dauntless and as brave
As e'er lent luster to a warrior's grave.
Sing of that noble soldier, nobler man, 
Dear to the heart of each American.
Sound forth his praise from sea to listening sea-
Greece her Achilles claimed, immortal Custer, we.

II.

Intrepid are earth's heroes now as when
The go...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
While yet our England was a wolfish den;
Before our forests heard the talk of men;
Before the first of Druids was a child;--
Long didst thou sit amid our regions wild
Rapt in a deep prophetic soli...Read more of this...



by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...to their welfare.
Wiping the foam from his lip, he solemnly bowed and departed,
While in silence the others sat and mused by the fireside,
Till Evangeline brought the draught-board out of its corner.
Soon was the game begun. In friendly contention the old men
Laughed at each lucky hit, or unsuccessful manoeuver,
Laughed when a man was crowned, or a breach was made in the king-row
Meanwhile apart, in the twilight gloom of a window's embrasure,
Sat the lovers, and w...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...rds of wisdom flow. 


II 

Empress of Art, for thee I twine
This wreath with all too slender skill.
Forgive my Muse each halting line,
And for the deed accept the will! 


O day of tears! Whence comes this spectre grim,
Parting, like Death's cold river, souls that love?
Is not he bound to thee, as thou to him,
By vows, unwhispered here, yet heard above? 

And still it lives, that keen and heavenward flame,
Lives in his eye, and trembles in his tone:
And these wild wo...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...GIVE all to love; 
Obey thy heart; 
Friends kindred days  
Estate good fame  
Plans credit and the Muse¡ª 5 
Nothing refuse. 

'Tis a brave master; 
Let it have scope: 
Follow it utterly  
Hope beyond hope: 10 
High and more high 
It dives into noon  
With wing unspent  
Untold intent; 
But it is a god 15 
Knows its own path  
And the outlets of the sky. 

It was never for the mean; 
It requireth courage stout  
Souls above doubt ...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
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Nor much with Science do I care to climb,
Although by strange and subtle witchery
She drew the moon from heaven: the Muse Time
Unrolls her gorgeous-coloured tapestry
To no less eager eyes; often indeed
In the great epic of Polymnia's scroll I love to read

How Asia sent her myriad hosts to war
Against a little town, and panoplied
In gilded mail with jewelled scimitar,
White-shielded, purple-crested, rode the Mede
Between the waving poplars and the sea
Which men call Artemi...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...n when
Thick night confounds the pine-tops with the clouds:
And many else whose names may not be told.
For when the Muse's wings are air-ward spread,
Who shall delay her flight? And she must chaunt
Of Saturn, and his guide, who now had climb'd
With damp and slippery footing from a depth
More horrid still. Above a sombre cliff
Their heads appear'd, and up their stature grew
Till on the level height their steps found ease:
Then Thea spread abroad her trembling arms
Upon...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...ike himself, begot, 
And, of his brat enamoured, as't increased, 
Buggered in incest with the mongrel beast. 

Say, Muse, for nothing can escape thy sight 
(And, Painter, wanting other, draw this fight), 
Who, in an English senate, fierce debate 
Could raise so long for this new whore of state. 

Of early wittols first the troop marched in-- 
For diligence renowned and discipline-- 
In loyal haste they left young wives in bed, 
And Denham these by one consent did head...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...r eyes, a book forbid, 
And poetry (or good or bad, 
A single book was all we had), 
Where Ellwood's meek, drab-skirted Muse, 
A stranger to the heathen Nine, 
Sang, with a somewhat nasal whine, 
The wars of David and the Jews. 
At last the flourndering carrier bore 
The village paper to our door. 
Lo! broadening outward as we read, 
To warmer zones the horizon spread; 
In panoramic length unrolled 
We saw the marvels that it told. 
Before us passed the painted Cr...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...ve been! 
These feet have press'd the sacred shore, 
These limbs that buoyant wave hath borne — 
Minstrel! with thee to muse, to mourn, 
To trace again those fields of yore, 
Believing every hillock green 
Contains no fabled hero's ashes, 
And that around the undoubted scene 
Thine own "broad Hellespont" still dashes, [23] 
Be long my lot! and cold were he 
Who there could gaze denying thee! 

IV. 

The night hath closed on Helle's stream, 
Nor yet hath risen on Ida's hil...Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...ce
Her dower, that such beauty's excellence
Should have a perfect title for the ear. 
Thus may I think the adopting Muses chose
Their sons by name, knowing none would be heard
Or writ so oft in all the world as those,--
Dan Chaucer, mighty Shakespeare, then for third
The classic Milton, and to us arose
Shelley with liquid music in the world. 

5
The poets were good teachers, for they taught
Earth had this joy; but that 'twould ever be
That fortune should be perfected ...Read more of this...

by Homer,
...Since great Achilles and Atrides strove,
  Such was the sovereign doom, and such the will of Jove!(42)

  Declare, O Muse! in what ill-fated hour(43)
  Sprung the fierce strife, from what offended power
  Latona's son a dire contagion spread,(44)
  And heap'd the camp with mountains of the dead;
  The king of men his reverent priest defied,(45)
  And for the king's offence the people died.

  For Chryses sought with costly gifts to gain
  His captive daughter f...Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry
...read instead of writing, psycho-analysis became a faith of sorts,

A pastime then a passion I kept on with even when my muse returned

Demanding me in dreams. Our children grew, then you wrote, too, by candle

In the dark or by the breath of the midnight sea on Brighton beach.

You made the rat return so I could face it, retracing childhood’s

Nightmare footsteps while you recalled the terror of countless

Nights and days until I understood the meaning of our parted w...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
..., and Death; yet call it Sport,
To scatter Ruin thro' the Realms of Love,
And Peace, that thinks no Ill: But These, the Muse,
Whose Charity, unlimited, extends
As wide as Nature works, disdains to sing, 
Returning to her nobler Theme in view --

FOR, see! where Winter comes, himself, confest,
Striding the gloomy Blast. First Rains obscure
Drive thro' the mingling Skies, with Tempest foul;
Beat on the Mountain's Brow, and shake the Woods, 
That, sounding, wave below. T...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...he frowned. 

He gazed upon the sleeping sea,
And joyed in its tranquillity,
And in that silence dead, but she 

To muse a little space did seem,
Then, like the echo of a dream,
Harked back upon her threadbare theme. 

Still an attentive ear he lent
But could not fathom what she meant:
She was not deep, nor eloquent. 

He marked the ripple on the sand:
The even swaying of her hand
Was all that he could understand. 

He saw in dreams a drawing-room,
Where thirt...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...entle craft,' and then 
Become as base a critic as e'er crawl'd — 
Fed, paid, and pamper'd by the very men 
By whom his muse and morals had been maul'd: 
He had written much blank verse, and blanker prose, 
And more of both than anybody knows. 

XCIX 

He had written Wesley's life: — here turning round 
To Satan, 'Sir, I'm ready to write yours, 
In two octavo volumes, nicely bound, 
With notes and preface, all that most allures 
The pious purchaser; and there's no ground ...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna
...eon from my palms eats wheat..
The pages that I did not complete
Divinely light she is and calm,
Will finish Muse's suntanned arm.



x x x

Just like a cold noreaster
At first she'll sting,
And then a single salty tear
The heart will wring.

The evil heart will pity
Something and then regret.
But this light-headed sadness
It will not forget.

I only sow. To harvest.
Others will come. And yes!
The lovely group of harv...Read more of this...

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