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Famous Aft Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...e’s a lease,
 Nae bargain wearin’ faster,
Or, faith! I fear, that, wi’ the geese,
 I shortly boost to pasture
 I’ the craft some day.

I’m no mistrusting Willie Pitt,
 When taxes he enlarges,
(An’ Will’s a true guid fallow’s get,
 A name not envy spairges),
That he intends to pay your debt,
 An’ lessen a’ your charges;
But, God-sake! let nae saving fit
 Abridge your bonie barges
 An’boats this day.

Adieu, my Liege; may freedom geck
 Beneath your high protection;
An...Read More

by Burns, Robert
What’s no his ain, he winna tak it;
What ance he says, he winna break it;
Ought he can lend he’ll no refus’t,
Till aft his guidness is abus’d;
And rascals whiles that do him wrang,
Ev’n that, he does na mind it lang;
As master, landlord, husband, father,
He does na fail his part in either.

 But then, nae thanks to him for a’that;
Nae godly symptom ye can ca’ that;
It’s naething but a milder feature
Of our poor, sinfu’ corrupt nature:
Ye’ll get the best o’ moral wor...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...To see me loup,
While, raving mad, I wish a heckle
 Were in their doup!

In a’ the numerous human dools,
Ill hairsts, daft bargains, cutty stools,
Or worthy frien’s rak’d i’ the mools,—
 Sad sight to see!
The tricks o’ knaves, or fash o’fools,
 Thou bear’st the gree!

Where’er that place be priests ca’ hell,
Where a’ the tones o’ misery yell,
An’ ranked plagues their numbers tell,
 In dreadfu’ raw,
Thou, TOOTHACHE, surely bear’st the bell,
 Amang them a’!

O thou grim, mis...Read More

by Burns, Robert
In chase o’ thee, what crowds hae swerv’d
Frae common sense, or sunk enerv’d
 ’Mang heaps o’ clavers:
And och! o’er aft thy joes hae starv’d,
 ’Mid a’ thy favours!

Say, Lassie, why, thy train amang,
While loud the trump’s heroic clang,
And sock or buskin skelp alang
 To death or marriage;
Scarce ane has tried the shepherd-sang
 But wi’ miscarriage?

In Homer’s craft Jock Milton thrives;
Eschylus’ pen Will Shakespeare drives;
Wee Pope, the knurlin’, till him rives
 Hora...Read More

by Burns, Robert

At length I reach’d the bonie glen,
 Where early life I sported;
I pass’d the mill and trysting thorn,
 Where Nancy aft I courted:
Wha spied I but my ain dear maid,
 Down by her mother’s dwelling!
And turn’d me round to hide the flood
 That in my een was swelling.

Wi’ alter’d voice, quoth I, “Sweet lass,
 Sweet as yon hawthorn’s blossom,
O! happy, happy may he be,
 That’s dearest to thy bosom:
My purse is light, I’ve far to gang,
 And fain would be thy lodger;
I’ve ...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...ains an’ fells,
Her moors red-brown wi’ heather bells,
Her banks an’ braes, her dens and dells,
 Whare glorious Wallace
Aft bure the gree, as story tells,
 Frae Suthron billies.

At Wallace’ name, what Scottish blood
But boils up in a spring-tide flood!
Oft have our fearless fathers strode
 By Wallace’ side,
Still pressing onward, red-wat-shod,
 Or glorious died!

O, sweet are Coila’s haughs an’ woods,
When lintwhites chant amang the buds,
And jinkin hares, in amorous w...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...I my talent misteuk,
 But what will ye hae of a fool?

For drink I would venture my neck;
 A hizzie’s the half of my craft;
But what could ye other expect
 Of ane that’s avowedly daft?

I ance was tied up like a stirk,
 For civilly swearing and quaffin;
I ance was abus’d i’ the kirk,
 For towsing a lass i’ my daffin.

Poor Andrew that tumbles for sport,
 Let naebody name wi’ a jeer;
There’s even, I’m tauld, i’ the Court
 A tumbler ca’d the Premier.

Observ’d ye yo...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...gly chows her cood:
 The dame brings forth, in complimental mood,
To grace the lad, her weel-hain’d kebbuck, fell;
 And aft he’s prest, and aft he ca’s it guid:
The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell
How t’was a towmond auld, sin’ lint was i’ the bell.

The cheerfu’ supper done, wi’ serious face,
 They, round the ingle, form a circle wide;
The sire turns o’er, with patriarchal grace,
 The big ha’bible, ance his father’s pride:
 His bonnet rev’rently is laid aside,
His ly...Read More

by Burns, Robert libations
 For joy this day.

Curst Common-sense, that imp o’ hell,
 Cam in wi’ Maggie Lauder; 1
But Oliphant 2 aft made her yell,
 An’ Russell 3 sair misca’d her:
This day Mackinlay 4 taks the flail,
 An’ he’s the boy will blaud her!
He’ll clap a shangan on her tail,
 An’ set the bairns to daud her
 Wi’ dirt this day.

Mak haste an’ turn King David owre,
 And lilt wi’ holy clangor;
O’ double verse come gie us four,
 An’ skirl up the Bangor:
This day the kirk kic...Read More

by Amis, Kingsley
...See her come bearing down, a tidy craft!
Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn!
There's jigging in her rigging fore and aft,
And beauty's self, not name, limned on her stern.

See at her head the Jolly Roger flutters!
"God, is she fully manned? If she's one short..."
Cadet, bargee, longshoreman, shellback mutters;
Drowned is reason that should me comfort.

But habit...Read More

by Allingham, William
...on her net, and heavily she creeps,
Cast off, cast off - she feels the oars, and to her berth she sweeps; 
Now fore and aft keep hauling, and gathering up the clew. 
Till a silver wave of salmon rolls in among the crew. 
Then they may sit, with pipes a-lit, and many a joke and 'yarn'
Adieu to Belashanny; and the winding banks of Erne! 

The music of the waterfall, the mirror of the tide,
When all the green-hill'd harbour is full from side to side,
From Portnasun to Bu...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
 When the hawser grips the bitt,
 So we'll pay you with the foresheet and a promise from the sea!

Heh! Tally on. Aft and walk away with her!
 Handsome to the cathead, now; O tally on the fall!
Stop, seize and fish, and easy on the davit-guy.
 Up, well up the fluke of her, and inboard haul!
 Well, ah fare you well, for the Channel wind's took hold of us,
 Choking down our voices as we snatch the gaskets free.
 And it's blowing up for night,
 And she's dropping L...Read More

by Lawson, Henry linen's rather scanty, an' there isn't any bath -- 
Stowed away like ewes and wethers that is shore 'n' marked 'n' draft. 
But the shearers of the shearers always seem to travel aft; 
In the cushioned cabins, aft, 
With saloons 'n' smoke-rooms, aft -- 
There is sheets 'n' best of tucker for the first-salooners, aft. 

Our beef is just like scrapin's from the inside of a hide, 
And the spuds were pulled too early, for they're mostly green inside; 
But from somewhere...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization, and scream at my eyes, 
That they turn from gazing after and down the road,
And forthwith cipher and show me a cent, 
Exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is

Trippers and askers surround me; 
People I meet—the effect upon me of my early life, or the ward and city I
 live in, or the nation, 
The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors o...Read More

by Twain, Mark nothing help them more?"

And from our deck sad eyes looked out
Across the stormy scene:
The tossing wake of billows aft,
The bending forests green,
The chickens sheltered under carts
In lee of barn the cows,
The skurrying swine with straw in mouth,
The wild spray from our bows!

"She balances!
She wavers!
Now let her go about!
If she misses stays and broaches to,
We're all"--then with a shout,]
"Huray! huray!
Avast! belay!
Take in more sail!
Lord, what a gale!
Ho, boy, ha...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...her form than this!" 
It was of another form, indeed; 
Built for freight, and yet for speed, 
A beautiful and gallant craft; 
Broad in the beam, that the stress of the blast, 
Pressing down upon sail and mast, 
Might not the sharp bows overwhelm; 
Broad in the beam, but sloping aft 
With graceful curve and slow degrees, 
That she might be docile to the helm, 
And that the currents of parted seas, 
Closing behind, with mighty force, 
Might aid and not impede her course. 
I...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...nes through the sheave;
 It's "Gang-plank up and in," dear lass,
 It's "Hawsers warp her through!"
 And it's "All clear aft" on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,
 We're backing down on the Long Trail -- the trail that is always new.

O the mutter overside, when the port-fog holds us tied,
 And the sirens hoot their dread,
When foot by foot we creep o'er the hueless, viewless deep
 To the sob of the questing lead!
 It's down by the Lower Hope, dear lass,
 With t...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...ter, and served them to him raw;
I had flung him blind in a rudderless boat to rot in the rocking dark,
I had towed him aft of his own craft, a bait for his brother shark;
I had lapped him round with cocoa husk, and drenched him with the oil,
And lashed him fast to his own mast to blaze above my spoil;
I had stripped his hide for my hammock-side, and tasselled his beard i' the mesh,
And spitted his crew on the live bamboo that grows through the gangrened flesh;
I had hove him...Read More

by Davidson, John
...hungry wolf;
It's playing bowls upon a splitting wreck;
It's walking on a string across a gulf
With millstones fore-and-aft about your neck;
But the thing is daily done by many and many a one;
And we fall, face forward, fighting, on the deck....Read More

by Burns, Robert
...Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
          Gang aft a-gley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain
          For promised joy!

Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e
          On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho I canna see,
          I guess an' fear!
...Read More

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