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Famous Object Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Smart, Christopher
...o ne'er rebell'd, 
But One by passion unimpell'd, 
 By pleasures unentic'd; 
He from Himself His semblance sent, 
Grand object of His own content, 
 And saw the God in CHRIST. 

 XL 
Tell them, I am, JEHOVAH said 
To MOSES; while earth heard in dread, 
 And, smitten to the heart, 
At once above, beneath, around, 
All Nature, without voice or sound, 
 Repli'd, "O Lord, THOU ART." 

 XLI 
Thou art—to give and to confirm, 
For each his talent and his term; 
 All flesh th...Read more of this...



by Yeats, William Butler
...tations upon unknown thought
Make human intercourse grow less and less;
They are neither paid nor praised.
but he d object to the host,
The glass because my glass;
A ghost-lover he was
And may have grown more arrogant being a ghost.

But names are nothing. What matter who it be,
So that his elements have grown so fine
The fume of muscatel
Can give his sharpened palate ecstasy
No living man can drink from the whole wine.
I have mummy truths to tell
Whereat the ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...all in my own forms. 

A breed whose proof is in time and deeds; 
What we are, we are—nativity is answer enough to objections; 
We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded, 
We are powerful and tremendous in ourselves,
We are executive in ourselves—We are sufficient in the variety of ourselves, 
We are the most beautiful to ourselves, and in ourselves; 
We stand self-pois’d in the middle, branching thence over the world; 
From Missouri, Nebraska, or Kansas, laughing attack...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...er blushes rise, 
And silent tears her secret anguish speak 
Her heart throbs and with very shame would break. 
The object strange in him no terror moved: 
He wondered first, then pitied, then he loved, 
And with kind hand does the coy vision press 
(Whose beauty greater seemed by her distress), 
But soon shrunk back, chilled with her touch so cold, 
And th' airy picture vanished from his hold. 
In his deep thoughts the wonder did increase, 
And he divined 'twas Engla...Read more of this...

by Moore, Marianne
...rmity -- a fire
"as high as deep as bright as broad
as long as life itself,"
he stumbles over marriage,
"a very trivial object indeed"
to have destroyed the attitude
in which he stood --
the ease of the philosopher
unfathered by a woman.
Unhelpful Hymen!
"a kind of overgrown cupid"
reduced to insignificance
by the mechanical advertising
parading as involuntary comment,
by that experiment of Adam's
with ways out but no way in --
the ritual of marriage,
augmenting all its l...Read more of this...



by Whitman, Walt
...l, 
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, 
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; 
Exult O shores, and ring O bells! 
But I with mournful tread, 
Walk the deck my Captain lies, 
Fallen cold and dead. ...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...th delight, which in this place I sought; 
To thee no reason, who knowest only good, 
But evil hast not tried: and wilt object 
His will who bounds us! Let him surer bar 
His iron gates, if he intends our stay 
In that dark durance: Thus much what was asked. 
The rest is true, they found me where they say; 
But that implies not violence or harm. 
Thus he in scorn. The warlike Angel moved, 
Disdainfully half smiling, thus replied. 
O loss of one in Heaven to ju...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...
For, while so near each other thus all day 
Our task we choose, what wonder if so near 
Looks intervene and smiles, or object new 
Casual discourse draw on; which intermits 
Our day's work, brought to little, though begun 
Early, and the hour of supper comes unearned? 
To whom mild answer Adam thus returned. 
Sole Eve, associate sole, to me beyond 
Compare above all living creatures dear! 
Well hast thou motioned, well thy thoughts employed, 
How we might best fulfil the...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...that all 
The sentence, from thy head removed, may light 
On me, sole cause to thee of all this woe; 
Me, me only, just object of his ire! 
She ended weeping; and her lowly plight, 
Immoveable, till peace obtained from fault 
Acknowledged and deplored, in Adam wrought 
Commiseration: Soon his heart relented 
Towards her, his life so late, and sole delight, 
Now at his feet submissive in distress; 
Creature so fair his reconcilement seeking, 
His counsel, whom she had displeas...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...se then chains,
Dungeon, or beggery, or decrepit age!
Light the prime work of God to me is extinct,
And all her various objects of delight
Annull'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd,
Inferiour to the vilest now become
Of man or worm; the vilest here excel me,
They creep, yet see, I dark in light expos'd
To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong,
Within doors, or without, still as a fool,
In power of others, never in my own;
Scarce half I seem to live, dead more then ha...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...th the dying, and birth with the new-wash’d babe, and am not
 contain’d between my hat and boots;
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike, and every one good; 
The earth good, and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. 

I am not an earth, nor an adjunct of an earth; 
I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as
 myself; 
(They do not know how immortal, but I know.)

Every kind for itself and its own—for me mine, male...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...interdicted; 
None but are accepted—none but are dear to me. 

3
You air that serves me with breath to speak! 
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers! 
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides! 
I think you are latent with unseen existences—you are so dear to me. 

You flagg’d walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges! 
You ferries! you planks a...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...ew to be one master-plaster
Of mucus and focus from mere use of ceruse:
In short, she grew from scalp to udder
Just the object to make you shudder.

XVII.

You're my friend---
What a thing friendship is, world without end!
How it gives the heart and soul a stir-up
As if somebody broached you a glorious runlet,
And poured out, all lovelily, sparklingly, sunlit,
Our green Moldavia, the streaky syrup,
Cotnar as old as the time of the Druids---
Friendship may match with t...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...gs:)

"You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue:
 You condense it with locusts and tape:
Still keeping one principal object in view--
 To preserve its symmetrical shape."

The Butcher would gladly have talked till next day,
 But he felt that the Lesson must end,
And he wept with delight in attempting to say
 He considered the Beaver his friend.

While the Beaver confessed, with affectionate looks
 More eloquent even than tears,
It had learned in ten minutes far mor...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...Is ris'n, and looketh on the merry day.
And for to do his observance to May,
Remembering the point* of his desire, *object
He on his courser, starting as the fire,
Is ridden to the fieldes him to play,
Out of the court, were it a mile or tway.
And to the grove, of which I have you told,
By a venture his way began to hold,
To make him a garland of the greves*, *groves
Were it of woodbine, or of hawthorn leaves,
And loud he sang against the sun so sheen*. *shining b...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...ke Absolon, had leading parts in the
mysteries or religious plays; Herod was one of these parts,
which may have been an object of competition among the
amateurs of the period.

23 ."The nighe sly maketh oft time the far lief to be loth": a
proverb; the cunning one near at hand oft makes the loving one
afar off to be odious.

24. Kyked: Looked; "keek" is still used in some parts in the
sense of "peep."

25. Saint Frideswide was the patroness of a consid...Read more of this...

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...h, manhood & infancy,
Mixed in one mighty torrent did appear,
Some flying from the thing they feared & some
Seeking the object of another's fear,
And others as with steps towards the tomb
Pored on the trodden worms that crawled beneath,
And others mournfully within the gloom
Of their own shadow walked, and called it death ...
And some fled from it as it were a ghost,
Half fainting in the affliction of vain breath.
But more with motions which each other crost
P...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...hat there is much more to say at present. 

QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS 

P.S. — It is possible that some readers may object, in these objectionable times, to the freedom with which saints, angels, and spiritual persons discourse in this 'Vision.' But, for precedents upon such points, I must refer him to Fielding's 'Journey from the World to the next,' and to the Visions of myself, the said Quevedo, in Spanish or translated. The reader is also requested to observe, ...Read more of this...

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...eeting image of a shade.
No thought of living spirit could abide
(Which to her looks had ever been betrayed)
On any object in the world so wide,
On any hope within the circling skies,--
But on her form, and in her inmost eyes.

Which when the Lady knew; she took her spindle,
And twined three threads of fleecy mist, and three
Long lines of light, such as the dawn may kindle
The clouds and waves and mountains with, and she
As many starbeams, ere their lamps could dwindl...Read more of this...

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...companionless 
Among the stars that have a different birth ¡ª 
And ever-changing like a joyless eye 5 
That finds no object worth its constancy? ...Read more of this...

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