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Famous Armourer Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Browning, Robert
God took that on him---I was bid
Watch Gismond for my part: I did.


Did I not watch him while he let
His armourer just brace his greaves,
Rivet his hauberk, on the fret
The while! His foot ... my memory leaves
No least stamp out, nor how anon
He pulled his ringing gauntlets on.


And e'en before the trumpet's sound
Was finished, prone lay the false knight,
Prone as his lie, upon the ground:
Gismond flew at him, used no sleight
O' the sw...Read More

by Chesterton, G K gardener
And silent like a slave;
That opened oaks on the uplands
Or thicket in graveyard gave?

"And was not God my armourer,
All patient and unpaid,
That sealed my skull as a helmet,
And ribs for hauberk made?

"Did not a great grey servant
Of all my sires and me,
Build this pavilion of the pines,
And herd the fowls and fill the vines,
And labour and pass and leave no signs
Save mercy and mystery?

"For God is a great servant,
And rose before the day,
From some primordia...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...ter overridden with his cart; of war*
Under the wheel full low he lay adown.
There were also of Mars' division,
The armourer, the bowyer*, and the smith, *maker of bows
That forgeth sharp swordes on his stith*. *anvil
And all above depainted in a tower
Saw I Conquest, sitting in great honour,
With thilke* sharpe sword over his head *that
Hanging by a subtle y-twined thread.
Painted the slaughter was of Julius,
Of cruel Nero, and Antonius:
Although at that time...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...once more what meant the hubbub here? 
Who answered gruffly, 'Ugh! the sparrow-hawk.' 
Then riding further past an armourer's, 
Who, with back turned, and bowed above his work, 
Sat riveting a helmet on his knee, 
He put the self-same query, but the man 
Not turning round, nor looking at him, said: 
'Friend, he that labours for the sparrow-hawk 
Has little time for idle questioners.' 
Whereat Geraint flashed into sudden spleen: 
'A thousand pips eat up your sparrow-h...Read More

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