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Famous Awaked Poems by Famous Poets

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...eep asunder

And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder.
Hark, hark! the horrid sound
Has raised up his head:
As awaked from the dead
And amazed he stares around.
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,
See the Furies arisel
See the snakes that they rear
How they hiss in their hair,
And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Behold a ghastly band,
Each a torch in his hand!
Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain
And unburied remain
Inglorious on the plain:...Read more of this...
by Dryden, John



...ow you cannot know: 
The frozen fountain would have leap'd, 
 The buds gone on to blow, 
The warm south wind would have awaked 
 To melt the snow. 

Is she fair now as she lies? 
 Once she was fair; 
Meet queen for any kingly king, 
 With gold-dust on her hair. 
Now there are poppies in her locks, 
 White poppies she must wear; 
Must wear a veil to shroud her face 
 And the want graven there: 
Or is the hunger fed at length, 
 Cast off the care? 

We never saw her wit...Read more of this...
by Rossetti, Christina
...e
methought I slept and dreamt; and in thatt dream methought
I was telling a dream; nor telling was I as one
who, truly awaked from a true sleep, thinketh to tell
his dream to a friend, but for his scant remembrances
findeth no token of speech-it was not so with me;
for my tale was my dream and my dream the telling,
and I remember wondring the while I told it
how I told it so tellingly. And yet now 'twould seem
that Reason inveighed me with her old orderings;
as once when...Read more of this...
by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...High in the air exposed the slave is hung, 
To all the birds of heaven, their living food! 
He groans not, though awaked by that fierce sun 
New torturers live to drink their parent blood; 
He groans not, though the gorging vulture tear 
The quivering fiber. Hither look, O ye 
Who tore this man from peace and liberty! 
Look hither, ye who weigh with politic care 
The gain against the guilt! Beyond the grave 
There is another world: bear ye in mind, 
Ere your decree ...Read more of this...
by Southey, Robert
...ire.
He look'd but once, and vail'd his eyes again.


The sudden trumpet sounded as in a dream
To ears but half-awaked, then one low roll
Of Autumn thunder, and the jousts began:
And ever the wind blew, and yellowing leaf
And gloom and gleam, and shower and shorn plume
Went down it. Sighing weariedly, as one
Who sits and gazes on a faded fire,
When all the goodlier guests are past away,
Sat their great umpire, looking o'er the lists.
He saw the laws that ruled...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord



...Oh! doubt me not -- the season 
Is o'er when Folly made me rove, 
And now the vestal, Reason, 
Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. 
Although this heart was early blown, 
And fairest hands disturb'd the tree, 
They only shook some blossoms down -- 
Its fruit has all been kept for thee. 
Then doubt me not -- the season 
Is o'er when Folly made me rove, 
And now the vestal, Reason, 
Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. 

And though my lute no longer 
May sing of...Read more of this...
by Moore, Thomas
...he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok’s gray beach, 
With the thousand responsive songs, at random, 
My own songs, awaked from that hour; 
And with them the key, the word up from the waves, 
The word of the sweetest song, and all songs,
That strong and delicious word which, creeping to my feet, 
The sea whisper’d me....Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...when we lay 
Chained on the burning lake? That sure was worse. 
What if the breath that kindled those grim fires, 
Awaked, should blow them into sevenfold rage, 
And plunge us in the flames; or from above 
Should intermitted vengeance arm again 
His red right hand to plague us? What if all 
Her stores were opened, and this firmament 
Of Hell should spout her cataracts of fire, 
Impendent horrors, threatening hideous fall 
One day upon our heads; while we perhaps, 
Design...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...h odds, while thou 
Like consort to thyself canst no where find. 
That day I oft remember, when from sleep 
I first awaked, and found myself reposed 
Under a shade on flowers, much wondering where 
And what I was, whence thither brought, and how. 
Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound 
Of waters issued from a cave, and spread 
Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved 
Pure as the expanse of Heaven; I thither went 
With unexperienced thought, and laid me down 
O...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...ce, and clouds began 
To darken all the hill, and smoke to roll 
In dusky wreaths, reluctant flames, the sign 
Of wrath awaked; nor with less dread the loud 
Ethereal trumpet from on high 'gan blow: 
At which command the Powers militant, 
That stood for Heaven, in mighty quadrate joined 
Of union irresistible, moved on 
In silence their bright legions, to the sound 
Of instrumental harmony, that breathed 
Heroick ardour to adventurous deeds 
Under their God-like leaders, in t...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...t they brought;
He saw the Prophet also, how he fled 
Into the desert, and how there he slept
Under a juniper—then how, awaked,
He found his supper on the coals prepared,
And by the Angel was bid rise and eat,
And eat the second time after repose,
The strength whereof sufficed him forty days:
Sometimes that with Elijah he partook,
Or as a guest with Daniel at his pulse.
Thus wore out night; and now the harald Lark
Left his ground-nest, high towering to descry 
The Morn's ...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...High in the air expos'd the Slave is hung
To all the birds of Heaven, their living food!
He groans not, tho' awaked by that fierce Sun
New torturers live to drink their parent blood!
He groans not, tho' the gorging Vulture tear
The quivering fibre! hither gaze O ye
Who tore this Man from Peace and Liberty!
Gaze hither ye who weigh with scrupulous care
The right and prudent; for beyond the grave
There is another world! and call to mind,
Ere your decrees proclaim to ...Read more of this...
by Southey, Robert
...>How much of joy and sorrow's changing tideIn my short breath hath been awaked by thee!Lady, the will's sweet sovereign! thou canst seeNo bliss but virtue, where thou dost preside;Love's chain, his snare, thou dost alike deride;From man's deceit thy wisdom sets thee free.Birth's native pride, and trea...Read more of this...
by Petrarch, Francesco
...rs left their lowly bed,
     Looked out upon the dappled sky,
     Muttered their soldier matins try,
     And then awaked their fire, to steal,
     As short and rude, their soldier meal.
     That o'er, the Gael around him threw
     His graceful plaid of varied hue,
     And, true to promise, led the way,
     By thicket green and mountain gray.
     A wildering path!—they winded now
     Along the precipice's brow,
     Commanding the rich scenes beneath,
   ...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter
...e. 
He looked but once, and vailed his eyes again. 

The sudden trumpet sounded as in a dream 
To ears but half-awaked, then one low roll 
Of Autumn thunder, and the jousts began: 
And ever the wind blew, and yellowing leaf 
And gloom and gleam, and shower and shorn plume 
Went down it. Sighing weariedly, as one 
Who sits and gazes on a faded fire, 
When all the goodlier guests are past away, 
Sat their great umpire, looking o'er the lists. 
He saw the laws th...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...e
Familiar to my soul, e'er since the form
Of young Sapphira, beauteous as the Spring,
When from her violet-woven couch awaked
By frolic Zephyr's hand, her tender cheek
Graceful she lifts, and blushing from her bower
Issues to clothe in gladsome-glistering green
The genial globe, first met my dazzled sight:
These are delights unknown to minds profane,
And which alone the pensive soul can taste.
The taper'd choir, at the late hour of prayer,
Oft let me tread, while to th' ...Read more of this...
by Warton, Thomas
...ch now you cannot know:
The frozen fountain would have leaped,
The buds gone on to blow,
The warm south wind would have awaked
To melt the snow.

"Is she fair now as she lies?
Once she was fair;
Meet queen for any kingly king,
With gold-dust on her hair.
Now these are poppies in her locks,
White poppies she must wear;
Must wear a veil to shroud her face
And the want graven there:
Or is the hunger fed at length,
Cast off the care?

"We never saw her with a smile
Or wit...Read more of this...
by Rossetti, Christina
...; Alein, *avise thee*: *have a care*
The miller is a perilous man," he said,
"And if that he out of his sleep abraid*, *awaked
He mighte do us both a villainy*." *mischief
Alein answer'd; "I count him not a fly.
And up he rose, and by the wench he crept.
This wenche lay upright, and fast she slept,
Till he so nigh was, ere she might espy,
That it had been too late for to cry:
And, shortly for to say, they were at one.
Now play, Alein, for I will speak of John....Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...he meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!
...Read more of this...
by Yeats, William Butler
...ows, 
Reflecting our eyes, as they sparkle or weep. 
So closely our whims on our miseries tread, 
That the laugh is awaked ere the tear can be dried; 
And, as fast as the rain-drop of Pity is shed, 
The goose-plumage of Folly can turn it aside. 
But pledge me the cup -- if existence would cloy, 
With hearts ever happy and heads ever wise, 
Be ours the light Sorrow, half-sister to Joy, 
And the light brilliant Folly that flashes and dies. 

When Hylas was sent with...Read more of this...
by Moore, Thomas

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