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Famous Andirons Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...lilac-tree
Our own warm hearth seemed blazing free.
The crane and pendent trammels showed,
The Turks' heads on the andirons glowed;
While childish fancy, prompt to tell
The meaning of the miracle,
Whispered the old rhyme: "Under the tree,
When fire outdoors burns merrily,
There the witches are making tea."
The moon above the eastern wood
Shone at its full; the hill-range stood
Transfigured in the silver flood,
Its blown snows flashing cold and keen,
Dead white, save ...Read More



by Trumbull, John
...heir feast, by Bacchus led,
Threw bottles at each other's head;
And these arms failing in their scuffles,
Attack'd with andirons, tongs and shovels:
So clubs and billets, staves and stones
Met fierce, encountering every sconce,
And cover'd o'er with knobs and pains
Each void receptacle for brains;
Their clamours rend the skies around,
The hills rebellow to the sound;
And many a groan increas'd the din
From batter'd nose and broken shin.
M'Fingal, rising at the word,
Drew ...Read More

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...lac-tree 
Our own warm hearth seemed blazing free. 
The crane and pendent trammels showed, 
The Turks' heads on the andirons glowed; 
While childish fancy, prompt to tell 
The meaning of the miracle, 
Whispered the old rhyme: "Under the tree, 
When fire outdoors burns merrily, 
There the witches are making tea." 
The moon above the eastern wood 
Shone at its full; the hill-range stood 
Transfigured in the silver flood, 
Its blown snows flashing cold and keen, 
Dead wh...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...and shake away flies with the tremulous shuddering of their
 hides;
Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen—where andirons straddle the
 hearth-slab—where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters; 
Where trip-hammers crash—where the press is whirling its cylinders; 
Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes under its ribs; 
Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it myself, and
 looking composedly down;) 
Where the life-car is draw...Read More

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