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Famous Aged Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Bryant, William Cullen
...y among the crowd, and under roofs, 
That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, 
Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, 
Offer one hymn---thrice happy, if it find 
Acceptance in His ear. 
Father, thy hand 
Hath reared these venerable columns, thou 
Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down 
Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose 
All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun, 
Budded, and shook their green leaves in the breeze, 
...Read more of this...



by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...chief, 
For olive crowns and wreaths of glory won; 
I sing the rise of that all glorious light, 
Whose sacred dawn the aged fathers saw 
By faith's clear eye, through many a cloud obscure 
And heavy mist between: they saw it beam 
From Judah's royal tribe, they saw it shine 
O'er Judah's happy land, and bade the hills, 
The rocky hills and barren vallies smile, 
The desert blossom and the wilds rejoice. 


This is that light and revelation pure, 
Which Jacob saw and in p...Read more of this...

by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...is pompous throne and court august, 
Digging the grateful soil, where peaceful blows 
The west wind murm'ring thro' the aged trees 
Loaded with apples red, sweet scented peach 
And each luxurious fruit the world affords, 
While o'er the fields the harmless oxen draw 
Th' industrious plough. The Roman heroes too 
Fabricius and Camillus lov'd a life 
Of sweet simplicity and rustic joy; 
And from the busy Forum hast'ning far, 
'Midst woods and fields spent the remains of age...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
.... This way the noise was, if mine ear be true,
My best guide now. Methought it was the sound
Of riot and ill-managed merriment,
Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe
Stirs up among the loose unlettered hinds,
When, for their teeming flocks and granges full,
In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan,
And thank the gods amiss. I should be loth
To meet the rudeness and swilled insolence
Of such late wassailers; yet, oh! where else
Shall I inform my unacquaint...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...'s Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in 
 Manhattan
First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother 
 96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,
Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-
 in-law blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters 
 their grandchildren,
companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--
Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche, 
 there Sakyong Miph...Read more of this...



by Hugo, Victor
...rom mankind—shall he be tasked 
 To beg of Time for mercy? Rather he 
 Would girdle up his loins, like Baldwin be. 
 Aged he is, but of a lineage rare; 
 The least intrepid of the birds that dare 
 Is not the eagle barbed. What matters age, 
 The years but fire him with a holy rage. 
 Though late from Palestine, he is not spent,— 
 With age he wrestles, firm in his intent. 
 
 III. 
 
 IN THE FOREST. 
 
 If in the woodland traveller there had been 
 That eve, w...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...nd for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away. 

I asked the cause: the aged man grew sad:
They pointed to a building gray and tall,
And hoarsely answered "Step inside, my lad,
And then you'll see it all." 


Yet what are all such gaieties to me
Whose thoughts are full of indices and surds? 

x*x + 7x + 53 = 11/3 

But something whispered "It will soon be done:
Bands cannot always play, nor ladies smile:
Endure with patience...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...hing eyes she went
With backward footing through the shade a space:
He follow'd, and she turn'd to lead the way
Through aged boughs, that yielded like the mist
Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest.

 Meanwhile in other realms big tears were shed,
More sorrow like to this, and such like woe,
Too huge for mortal tongue or pen of scribe:
The Titans fierce, self-hid, or prison-bound,
Groan'd for the old allegiance once more,
And listen'd in sharp pain for Saturn's v...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...pangled o'er with glitt'ring dew, 
At breezy morn's refreshing hour, 
Glows with pure tints of varying hue, 
Beneath an aged oak's wide spreading shade, 
Where no rude winds, or beating storms invade. 
Transplanted from its lonely bed, 
No more it scatters perfumes round, 
No more it rears its gentle head, 
Or brightly paints the mossy ground; 
For ah! the beauteous bud, too soon, 
Scorch'd by the burning eye of day; 
Shrinks from the sultry glare of noon, 
Droops its ena...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...these? 
Soundest below the Sanscrit and the Vedas? 
Then have thy bent unleash’d.

Passage to you, your shores, ye aged fierce enigmas! 
Passage to you, to mastership of you, ye strangling problems! 
You, strew’d with the wrecks of skeletons, that, living, never reach’d you. 

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Passage to more than India! 
O secret of the earth and sky!
Of you, O waters of the sea! O winding creeks and rivers! 
Of you, O woods and fields! Of you, strong mountains of my land! 
Of yo...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...each his lord's behest 
To guide his steps, or guard his rest, 
Old Giaffir sate in his Divan: 
Deep thought was in his aged eye; 
And though the face of Mussulman 
Not oft betrays to standers by 
The mind within, well skill'd to hide 
All but unconquerable pride, 
His pensive cheek and pondering brow 
Did more than he wont avow. 

III. 

"Let the chamber be clear'd." — The train disappear'd — 
"Now call me the chief of the Haram guard." 
With Giaffir is none ...Read more of this...

by Goldsmith, Oliver
...d their wanderings, but relieved their pain;
The long remembered beggar was his guest,
Whose beard descending swept his aged breast;
The ruined spendthrift, now no longer proud,
Claimed kindred there, and had his claims allowed;
The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay,
Sat by his fire, and talked the night away;
Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,
Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won.
Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow,
And ...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...e left  To poor old Simon Lee!  He has no son, he has no child,  His wife, an aged woman,  Lives with him, near the waterfall,  Upon the village common.   And he is lean and he is sick,  His dwindled body's half awry,  His ancles they are swoln and thick;  His legs are thin and dry.  When he was young he little knew  ...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...XVII.

     But scarce again his horn he wound,
     When lo! forth starting at the sound,
     From underneath an aged oak
     That slanted from the islet rock,
     A damsel guider of its way,
     A little skiff shot to the bay,
     That round the promontory steep
     Led its deep line in graceful sweep,
     Eddying, in almost viewless wave,
     The weeping willow twig to rave,
     And kiss, with whispering sound and slow,
     The beach of pebbles brig...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...
He called to him Hobdenius-a Briton of the Clay,
Saying: "What about that River-piece for layin'' in to hay?"

And the aged Hobden answered: "I remember as a lad
My father told your father that she wanted dreenin' bad.
An' the more that you neeglect her the less you'll get her clean.
Have it jest as you've a mind to, but, if I was you, I'd dreen."

So they drained it long and crossways in the lavish Roman style--
Still we find among the river-drift their flakes o...Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
..., 
 I say, is dead, but what use 

 telling myself what I won't 
 believe. The hotel quiets 
 early at night, 
 the aged brace themselves for 
 another sleep, and offshore 
 the sea quickens its pace. I 
 am suddenly 
 old, caught in a strange country 
 for which no man would die.

THOMAS DELAIN: 
from a journal found on his person

 At night wakened by the freight 
 trains boring through the suburbs 
 of Lyon, I watched first light 
 corrode the darkness, disturb...Read more of this...

by Trumbull, John
...ng that waved below.
So doubting, on a point so nice
He deem'd it best to take advice.


Hard by there dwelt an aged Owl,
Of all his friends the gravest fowl;
Who from the cares of business free,
Lived, hermit, in a hollow tree;
To solid learning bent his mind,
In trope and syllogism he shined,
'Gainst reigning follies spent his railing;
Too much a Stoic--'twas his failing.


Hither for aid our Sparrow came,
And told his errand and his name,
With panting breath ex...Read more of this...

by Yeats, William Butler
..., perfect, and immovable
Images can break the solitude
Of lovely, satisfied, indifferent eyes.

 And thereupon with aged, high-pitched voice
 Aherne laughed, thinking of the man within,
 His sleepless candle and lahorious pen.

Robartes. And after that the crumbling of the moon.
The soul remembering its loneliness
Shudders in many cradles; all is changed,
It would be the world's servant, and as it serves,
Choosing whatever task's most difficult
Among tasks not...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...p; It looks so old and grey.  Not higher than a two years' child  It stands erect this aged thorn;  No leaves it has, no thorny points;  It is a mass of knotted joints,  A wretched thing forlorn.  It stands erect, and like a stone  With lichens it is overgrown. II.   Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown  With lichens to the very...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ind: 
Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf—posh and ice in the river, half-frozen mud in
 the
 streets, a gray, discouraged sky overhead, the short, last daylight of Twelfth-month, 
A hearse and stages—other vehicles give place—the funeral of an old Broadway
 stage-driver, the cortege mostly drivers. 

Steady the trot to the cemetery, duly rattles the death-bell, the gate is pass’d, the
 new-dug grave is halted at, the living alight, the hearse uncloses, 
The coffin is p...Read more of this...

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