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Famous Aiming Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb’rous art,
 And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye;
 May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor ever pleasure glad thy cruel heart!

Go live, poor wand’rer of the wood and field!
 The bitter little that of life remains:
 No more the thickening brakes and verdant plains
To thee a home, or food, or pastime yield.

Seek, mangled wretch, some place of wonted rest,
 No more of rest, but now thy ...Read More

by Browning, Robert to pursue,
Dies ere he knows it.
That low man goes on adding nine to one,
His hundred's soon hit:
This high man, aiming at a million,
Misses an unit.
That, has the world here---should he need the next,
Let the world mind him!
This, throws himself on God, and unperplexed
Seeking shall find him.
So, with the throttling hands of death at strife,
Ground he at grammar;
Still, thro' the rattle, parts of speech were rife:
While he could stammer
He settled _Hoti's_ bus...Read More

by Bridges, Robert Seymour upright, so stately and still thou standest. 

And yet, O splendid ship, unhail'd and nameless, 
I know not if, aiming a fancy, I rightly divine 
That thou hast a purpose joyful, a courage blameless, 
Thy port assured in a happier land than mine. 
But for all I have given thee, beauty enough is thine, 
As thou, aslant with trim tackle and shrouding, 
From the proud nostril curve of a prow's line 
In the offing scatterest foam, thy white sails crowding....Read More

by Wilmot, John, as cheats their bubbles catch,
And made him venture; to be made a wretch.
His wisdom did has happiness destroy,
Aiming to know that world he should enjoy;
And Wit was his vain, frivolous pretence
Of pleasing others, at his own expense.
For wits are treated just like common whores,
First they're enjoyed, and then kicked out of doors;
The pleasure past, a threatening doubt remains,
That frights th' enjoyer with succeeding pains:
Women and men of wit are dangerous to...Read More

by Pope, Alexander
In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
Aspiring to be angels, men rebel:
And who but wishes to invert the laws
Of order, sins against th' Eternal Cause.V. 

Ask for what end the heav'nly bodies shine,
Earth for whose use? Pride answers, " 'Tis for mine:
For me kind Nature wakes...Read More

by Elytis, Odysseus
...y Jeffrey Carson and Nikos Sarris 

Drinking Corinthian sun
Reading the old marbles
Striding through vineyard seas
Aiming the harpoon
At a votive fish that slips away
I found the leaves the sun's psalm learns by heart
The living shore desire rejoices
To open 

I drink water I cut fruit
I thrust my hand in the wind's foliage
Lemon trees irrigate the summer pollen
Green birds tear my dreams
I leave with a glance
A wide glance where the world again becomes
Beaut...Read More

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
"I'm fairly sick of these here parades -- it's want of a change that kills -- 
A-charging the Randwick Rifle Range and aiming at Surry Hills. 
And I think if I go with the ambulance I'm certain to find a show, 
For they have to send the Medical men wherever the troops can go. 

"Wherever the rifle bullets flash and the Maxims raise a din, 
It's here you'll find the Medical men a-raking the wounded in -- 
A-raking 'em in like human flies -- and a driver smart like me ...Read More

by Pope, Alexander
In Pride, in reas'ning Pride, our error lies; 
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. 
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, 
Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods. 
Aspiring to be Gods, if Angels fell, 
Aspiring to be Angels, Men rebel; 
And who but wishes to invert the laws 
Of ORDER, sins against th' Eternal Cause.

V. Ask for what end the heav'nly bodies shine, 
Earth for whose use? Pride answers, "Tis for mine: 
For me kind Nature w...Read More

by Hikmet, Nazim>..
Take it from me,
 if she didn't have hopes
 of getting word from afar,
she'd steal a guard's pistol,
 and aiming to give the color of death
to her lips' cursed smile,
 she'd empty it into her canvas breast...


O that Leonardo da Vinci's brush
had conceived me
 under the gilded sun of China!
That the painted mountain behind me
had been a sugar-loaf Chinese mountain,
that the pink-white color of my long face
 could fade,
that m...Read More

by Sandburg, Carl
...thing made of
men, that Government has blood and bones, it is
many mouths whispering into many ears, sending
telegrams, aiming rifles, writing orders, saying
"yes" and "no."

Government dies as the men who form it die and are laid
away in their graves and the new Government that
comes after is human, made of heartbeats of blood,
ambitions, lusts, and money running through it all,
money paid and money taken, and money covered
up and spoken of with hushed voices.
A Gove...Read More

by Khayyam, Omar
...Keep from the trouble and vexation of aiming to acquire
white silver or yellow gold. Eat with thy friend,
ere thy warm breath be cooled, for after thee come enemies
who will eat thee....Read More

by Herbert, George
...r> Oh! gently treat
With thy quick flow'r, thy momentany bloom; 
Whose life still pressing
Is one undressing, 
A steady aiming at a tomb.

Man's age is two hours' work, or three: 
Each day doth round about us see.
Thus are we to delights: but we are all
To sorrows old, 
If life be told
From what life feeleth, Adam's fall.

O let thy height of mercy then
Compassionate short-breathed men.
Cut me not off for my most foul transgression: 
I do confess 
My foolishne...Read More

by Wilmot, John
...s Cheats, their Bubbles catch, 
And makes him venture, to be made a Wretch. 
His wisdom did his happiness destroy, 
Aiming to know that World he shou'd enjoy; 
And Wit, was his vain frivolous pretence, 
Of pleasing others, at his own expence. 
For Witts are treated just like common Whores, 
First they're enjoy'd, and then kickt out of Doores: 
The pleasure past, a threatning doubt remains, 
That frights th'enjoyer, with succeeding pains: 
Women and Men of Wit, are dan...Read More

by Drayton, Michael than ever hath been taught, 
That I am only starv'd in my desire. 
Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, 
Aiming at things exceeding all perfection, 
To Wisdom's self to minister correction, 
That I am only starv'd in my desire. 
Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, 
Though my conceit I further seem to bend 
Than possibly invention can extend, 
And yet am only starv'd in my desire. 
If thou wilt wonder, here's the wonder, Love: 
That this to me d...Read More

by Finch, Anne Kingsmill
That piece a Grove, this shews an ambient sky
Where immitated Fowl their pinnions ply
Seeming to mount in flight and aiming still more high.
All she outstrip's and with a moments pride
Their understation silent does deride
Till the dash'd Cealing strikes her to the ground
No intercepting shrub to break the fall is found
Recovering breath the window next she gaines
Nor fears a stop from the transparent Panes. 

But we degresse and leaue th' imprison'd wretch
Now sin...Read More

by Carroll, Lewis
"One fixed exception there must be.
That is, the Present Company." 

Baffled, she gave a wolfish bark:
He, aiming blindly in the dark,
With random shaft had pierced the mark. 

She felt that her defeat was plain,
Yet madly strove with might and main
To get the upper hand again. 

Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though unconscious of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each." 

He could not answer yea or nay:
He faltered "Gifts may pass aw...Read More

by Marvell, Andrew
...ld not cease;
But laid these Gardens out in sport
In the just Figure of a Fort;
And with five Bastions it did fence,
As aiming one for ev'ry Sense.

When in the East the Morning Ray
Hangs out the Colours of the Day,
The Bee through these known Allies hums,
Beating the Dian with its Drumms.
Then Flow'rs their drowsie Eylids raise,
Their Silken Ensigns each displayes,
And dries its Pan yet dank with Dew,
And fills its Flask with Odours new.

These, as their Governou...Read More

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