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Famous Academe Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Tebb, Barry dead rise and deliver us from one who negates

Poetry as the realm of the numinous, toyer with words, vain hack of


Spoiler of the silver stream of poetry’s wind-harp voice unseen

Traducer, seducer, traitor, hands red with blood, bearer of the ultimate guilt

Of trahison des clercs, murderer of the subtle spirit of Mallarm?,

Defiler of poetry’s purity as defined by Rilke and Val?ry

Praiser of ultimate poetastry-Duhig’s penny ranting-condemner of Jimmy Simmons...Read More

by Milton, John
Or hospitable, in her sweet recess,
City or suburban, studious walks and shades.
See there the olive-grove of Academe,
Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird
Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long;
There, flowery hill, Hymettus, with the sound
Of bees' industrious murmur, oft invites
To studious musing; there Ilissus rowls
His whispering stream. Within the walls then view 
The schools of ancient sages—his who bred
Great Alexander to subdue the world,
L...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar
To such a One as thou, who should'st have talked
At Florence with Mirandola, or walked
Through the cool olives of the Academe:
Thou should'st have gathered reeds from a green stream
For Goat-foot Pan's shrill piping, and have played
With the white girls in that Phaeacian glade
Where grave Odysseus wakened from his dream.

Ah! surely once some urn of Attic clay
Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again
Back to this common world so dull and vain,
For thou wert weary of ...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
'And if I had,' he answered, 'who could think 
The softer Adams of your Academe, 
O sister, Sirens though they be, were such 
As chanted on the blanching bones of men?' 
'But you will find it otherwise' she said. 
'You jest: ill jesting with edge-tools! my vow 
Binds me to speak, and O that iron will, 
That axelike edge unturnable, our Head, 
The Princess.' 'Well then, Psyche, take my life, 
And nail me like a weasel on ...Read More

by Davidson, John
...great sacrifice 
The world redeems itself. 
War is the source, the theme 
Of art; the goal, the bent 
And brilliant academe 
Of noble sentiment; 
The augury, the dawn 
Of golden times of grace; 
The true catholicon, 
And blood-bath of the race." 

We thirty million trained 
And licensed murderers, 
Like zanies rigged, and chained 
By drill and scourge and curse 
In shackles of despair 
We know not how to break -- 
What do we victims care 
For art, what interest take 
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