Famous Anonymous Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Anonymous poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous anonymous poems. These examples illustrate what a famous anonymous poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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Anonymous
There’s not a leaf within the bower,—There’s not a bird upon the tree,—There’s not a dewdrop on the flower,—But bears the impress, Lord, of Thee.[Pg 008]Thy power the varied leaf designed,And gave the bird its thrilling tone;Thy hand the dewdrops’ tints combined,Till like a diamond’s blaze they shone.Yes, dewdrops, leaves and buds, and all,—The smallest, like the greatest things,—The sea’s...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Father,—an orphan’s prayer receive,And listen to my plaintive cry:Thou only canst my wants relieve,Who art my Father in the sky.I have no father here below,No mother kind to wipe my tears,—These tender names I never know,To soothe my grief and quell my fears.But Thou wilt be my parent,—nighIn every hour of deep distress,And listen to an orphan’s sigh,And soothe the...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Thou’rt up betimes, my little bird,And out this morning early,For still the tender bud is closed,And still the grass is pearly.Why rise so soon, thou little bird,Thy soft, warm nest forsaking?To brave the dull, cold morning sky,While day is scarcely breaking?Ah! thou art wise, thou little bird,For fast the hours are flying;And this young day, but dawning now,Will soon, alas!...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Oh! is there any cause to fear
That dol-ly will be very ill?
To cure my lit-tle dar-ling here,
Pray, doc-tor, use your ut-most skill.
And dol-ly, if you would get well,
Hold out your arm, that Dr. Gray
May feel your tiny pulse, and tell
What best will take the pain a-way.
And do not say: "I will not...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
How do the leaves grow,In spring, upon their stems?Oh! the sap swells up with a drop for all,And that is life to them.What do the leaves doThrough the long summer hours,They make a home for the wandering birds,And shelter the wild flowers.How do the leaves fadeBeneath the autumn blast?Oh! they fairer grow before they die,Their brightest is their last.We, too,...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Before we close our eyes to-night,Oh, let us each these questions ask!Have we endeavored to do right,Nor thought our duty a hard task?Have we been gentle, lowly, meek,And the small voice of conscience heard?When passion tempted us to speak,Have we repressed the angry word?Have we with cheerful zeal obeyedWhat our kind parents bade us do?And not by word or action...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Scorn not the slightest word nor deed,Nor deem it void of power;There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed,That waits its natal hour.A whispered word may touch the heart,And call it back to life;A look of love bid sin depart,And still unholy strife.No act falls fruitless; none can tellHow vast its powers may be,Nor what results, unfolded, dwellWithin it, silently.Work on,—despair not,—bring...Read more of this...
by
Donald Justice
A delicate young ***** stands
With the reins of a horse clutched loosely in his hands;
So delicate, indeed, that we wonder if he can hold the spirited creature
beside him
Until the master shall arrive to ride him.
Already the animal's nostrils widen with rage or fear.
But if we imagine him snorting, about to rear,
This boy, who should know about such things better...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Dear Lord, another day has come,And through the hours of night,In a good bed and quiet homeI’ve slept till morning light.[Pg 019]Then let me give Thee thanks and praise,For Thou art very good;Oh, teach my little heart to raiseThe prayer that children should.Keep me this day from faults and sin,And make me good and mild;Thy Holy Spirit place within,Grant grace...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Suppose the little cowslipShould hang its tiny cup,And say, “I’m such a little flower,I’d better not grow up.”How many a weary travelerWould miss the fragrant smell?[Pg 013]How many a little child would grieveTo miss it from the dell!Suppose the glistening dew-drop,Upon the grass, should say,“What can a little dew-drop do?I’d better roll away.”The blade on which it rested,Before the day...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Turn not from him, who asks of theeA portion of thy store;Poor though in earthly goods thou be,Thou yet canst give,—what’s more,The balm of comfort thou canst pourInto his grieving mind,Who oft is turned from wealth’s proud door,With many a word unkind.Does any from the false world findNaught but reproach and scorn?Does any, stung by words unkind,Wish that he ne’er...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Despise not simple things:The humblest flower that wakesIn early spring, to scent the airOf woodland brakes,Should have thy love as wellAs blushing parlor rose,That never felt the perfect breathOf nature round it close.[Pg 033]Despise not simple things:The poor demand thy love,As well as those who in the hallsOf splendor move.The beggar at thy doorThou shouldst not e’er despise;For that may...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
All things bright and beautiful,All creatures great and small,All things wise and wonderful,—The Lord God made them all.Each little flower that opens,Each little bird that sings,He made their glowing colors,He made their shining wings.The tall trees in the green wood,The meadows where we play,The rushes, by the water,We gather every day,—He gave us eyes to see them,And lips, that we...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
God!—What a great and holy name!Oh! who can speak His worth?By saints in heaven He is adored,Obeyed by men on earthAnd yet a little child may bendAnd say: “My Father and my Friend.”The glorious sun, which blazes high,The moon, more pale and dim,And all the stars which fill the sky,Are made and ruled by Him:And yet a child may ask...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
I want to be like Jesus,So lowly and so meek;For no one marked an angry word,Whoever heard him speak.I want to be like Jesus,So frequently in prayer;Alone upon the mountain top,He met his Father there.I want to be like Jesus:I never, never find,That he, though persecuted, wasTo any one unkind.I want to be like Jesus,Engaged in doing good;So that of...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
Thine eye is on me always,Thou knowest the way I take;Thou seest me when I’m sleeping,Thou seest me when I wake.Thine arm is round about me,Thy hand is underneath;Thy love will still preserve me,If I Thy laws do keep.Thou art my present helper,—Be Thou my daily guide;[Pg 009]Then I’ll be safe for ever,Whatever may betide.Oh! help me, dearest Father,To walk...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
"He saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth."
God's works are very great, but still
His hands do not ap-pear:
Though hea-ven and earth o-bey His will,
His voice we can-not hear.
And yet we know that it is He
Who moves and governs all,
Who stills the rag-ing of the sea,
And makes the showers to...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
God intrusts to allTalents, few or many;None so young or small,That they have not any.[Pg 035]Though the great and wiseMay have more in number,Yet my own I prize,And they must not slumber.Little drops of rain.Bring the springing flowers;And I may attainMuch by little powers.Every little mite,Every little measure,Helps to spread the light,Helps to swell the treasure....Read more of this...
by
Anonymous
ROSE.
The post-man has been, dear mam-ma,
And has brought me a let-ter so fine;
And Su-san has one, but it is not, by far,
So pret-ty a let-ter as mine.
And, pray, will you read it to me,
Mam-ma, if I give you a kiss?
I wish very much to know who it can be
That has sent me...Read more of this...
by
Anonymous
There is found a tiny sea shell,Half-imbedded in the sand,Sometimes flashing in the moonlight,Like a diamond on the strand.And from out the winding chambersThat are hid within the shell,Ever steals a curious music,That doth never sink nor swell.But, like the far-off voice of ocean,Murmurs forth its monotone,Holding thus within its bosomE’er an ocean of its own.Thus the sea shells ever...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
How radiant the evening skies!Broad wing of blue in heaven unfurled,God watching with unwearied eyesThe welfare of a sleeping world.He rolls the sun to its decline,And speeds it on to realms afar,To let the modest glowworm shine,And men behold the evening star.He lights the wild flower in the wood,He rocks the sparrow in her nest,He guides the angels on their...Read more of this...
by
Anonymous
Wild and fearful in his cavern
Hid the naked troglodyte,
And the homeless nomad wandered
Laying waste the fertile plain.
Menacing with spear and arrow
In the woods the hunter strayed ...
Woe to all poor wreteches stranded
On those cruel and hostile shores!
From the peak of high Olympus
Came the mother Ceres down,
Seeeking in those savage regions
Her lost daughter Prosperine.
But the Goddess found no refuge,
Found no kindly...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
How beautiful the setting sun!The clouds, how bright and gay!The stars, appearing one by one,How beautiful are they!And when the moon climbs up the sky,And sheds her gentle light,And hangs her crystal lamp on high,How beautiful is night!And can it be, that I’m possessedOf something brighter far?Glows there a light within this breast,Out-shining every star?Yes, should the sun and stars...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
The little, smoky vaporsProduce the drops of rain;These little drops commingle,And form the boundless main.Then, drops compose the fountains;And little grains of sandCompose the mighty mountains,That high above us stand.The little atoms, it is said,Compose the solid earth;Such truths will show, if rightly read,What little things are worth.For, as the sea of drops is made,So it is Heaven’s plan,That atoms...Read more of this...
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Anonymous
God is in His holy temple;Thoughts of earth be silent now,While with reverence we assemble,And before His presence bow.He is with us, now and ever,While we call upon His name,Aiding every good endeavor,Guiding every upward aim.God is in His holy temple,—In the pure and humble mind;In the reverent heart and simple;In the soul from sense refined.Then let every low emotionBanished...Read more of this...
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