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Famous Bay Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
From east to west through the long tract of day. 
From Shinar's plain to Thule's utmost isle, 
From Persia's bay to Scandanavia's shores. 
Cheer'd by its ray now ev'ry valley smiles, 
And ev'ry lawn smote by its morning beam. 
Now ev'ry hill reflects a purer ray, 
Than when Aurora paints his woods in gold, 
Or when the sun first in the orient sky, 
Sets thick with gems the dewy mountain's brow. 

The earth perceives a sov'reign virtue shed 
And from ea...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
...ame a pale levin through, 
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew 
A sudden elemental sword. 

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold; 
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold, 
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance; 
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze; 
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze, 
Great moveless meres of radiance. 

Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament'...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar
...the rowers' time with measured song.

And when the faint Corinthian hills were red
Dropped anchor in a little sandy bay,
And with fresh boughs of olive crowned his head,
And brushed from cheek and throat the hoary spray,
And washed his limbs with oil, and from the hold
Brought out his linen tunic and his sandals brazen-soled,

And a rich robe stained with the fishers' juice
Which of some swarthy trader he had bought
Upon the sunny quay at Syracuse,
And was with Tyrian bro...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar
...most dear and was the crown
Of far Eurotas, and passed on, nor knew
How God had staked an evil net for him
In the small bay at Salamis, - and yet, the page grows dim,

Its cadenced Greek delights me not, I feel
With such a goodly time too out of tune
To love it much: for like the Dial's wheel
That from its blinded darkness strikes the noon
Yet never sees the sun, so do my eyes
Restlessly follow that which from my cheated vision flies.

O for one grand unselfish simple lif...Read More

by Wordsworth, William
...s as the stars that shine 
And twinkle on the milky way, 
They stretched in never-ending line 
Along the margin of a bay: 
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. 

The waves beside them danced; but they 
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: 
A poet could not but be gay, 
In such a jocund company: 
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought 
What wealth the show to me had brought: 

For oft, when on my couch I lie 
In vacant o...Read More

by Alighieri, Dante the shadow-words of mysteries 
 That here I show ye. 
 While I turned away,

 Across the blackness of the putrid bay, 
 There crashed a thunder of most fearful sound, 
 At which the opposing shores, from bound to bound, 
 As when an entering tempest rends 
 The brooding heat, and nought its course can stay, 
 That through the forest its dividing way 
 Tears open, and tramples down, and strips, and bends, 
 And levels. The wild things in the woods th...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
He had hoped quiet in his sullen lair, 
But man and destiny beset him there: 
Inured to hunters, he was found at bay; 
And they must kill, they cannot snare the prey. 
Stern, unambitious, silent he had been 
Henceforth a calm spectator of life's scene; 
But dragg'd again upon the arena, stood 
A leader not unequal to the feud; 
In voice — mien — gesture — savage nature spoke, 
And from his eye the gladiator broke. 


What boots the oft-repeated tale of ...Read More

by Milton, John
...the sea, now with hoarse cadence lull 
Seafaring men o'erwatched, whose bark by chance 
Or pinnace, anchors in a craggy bay 
After the tempest. Such applause was heard 
As Mammon ended, and his sentence pleased, 
Advising peace: for such another field 
They dreaded worse than Hell; so much the fear 
Of thunder and the sword of Michael 
Wrought still within them; and no less desire 
To found this nether empire, which might rise, 
By policy and long process of time, 
In emu...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...hes, suddenly dying, 
On one side China, and on the other side Persia and Arabia, 
To the south the great seas, and the Bay of Bengal; 
The flowing literatures, tremendous epics, religions, castes,
Old occult Brahma, interminably far back—the tender and junior Buddha, 
Central and southern empires, and all their belongings, possessors, 
The wars of Tamerlane, the reign of Aurungzebe, 
The traders, rulers, explorers, Moslems, Venetians, Byzantium, the Arabs, Portuguese, 
The f...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...e expressions, eyes, feet, costumes! O I cannot tell how welcome
 are to me. 

O to have been brought up on bays, lagoons, creeks, or along the coast! 
O to continue and be employ’d there all my life!
O the briny and damp smell—the shore—the salt weeds exposed at low water, 
The work of fishermen—the work of the eel-fisher and clam-fisher. 

O it is I! 
I come with my clam-rake and spade! I come with my eel-spear; 
Is the tide out? I join the group of clam-dig...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...ndostan, the China Sea, and the Gulf of Guinea,
The spread of the Baltic, Caspian, Bothnia, the British shores, and the Bay of Biscay, 
The clear-sunn’d Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands, 
The inland fresh-tasted seas of North America, 
The White Sea, and the sea around Greenland. 

I behold the mariners of the world;
Some are in storms—some in the night, with the watch on the look-out; 
Some drifting helplessly—some with contagious diseases. 

I b...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...something else; 
And the jay in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me; 
And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.

The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night; 
Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation; 
(The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen close; 
I find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky.) 

The sharp-hoof’d moose of the north, the cat on the house-s...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord); 
Till then — no beacon on the cliff 
May shape the course of struggling skiff; 
The scatter'd lights that skirt the bay, 
All, one by one, have died away; 
The only lamp of this lone hour 
Is glimmering in Zuleika's tower. 
Yes! there is light in that lone chamber, 
And o'er her silken Ottoman 
Are thrown the fragrant beads of amber, 
O'er which her fairy fingers ran; [25] 
Near these, with emerald rays beset, 
(How could she thus that gem forget?) 
Her mother's saint...Read More

by Masefield, John
...ope throb and shake; 
I felt the air mingle and clang 
And beat the walls a muffled bang, 
And stifle back and boom and bay 
Like muffled peals on Boxing Day, 
And then surge up and gather shape, 
And spread great pinions and escape; 
And each great bird of clanging shrieks 
O Fire! Fire, from iron beaks. 
My shoulders cracked to send around 
Those shrieking birds made out of sound 
With news of fire in their bills. 
(They heard 'em plain beyond Wall Hills.). ...Read More

by Bradstreet, Anne
...ds, and rocks I hurried,
4.73 Opprest, and sunk, and sack'd, all in my way
4.74 That did oppose me to my longed bay.
4.75 My thirst was higher than Nobility
4.76 And oft long'd sore to taste on Royalty,
4.77 Whence poison, Pistols, and dread instruments
4.78 Have been curst furtherers of mine intents.
4.79 Nor Brothers, Nephews, Sons, nor Sires I've spar'd.
4.80 When to a Monarchy my way they barr'd,
4.81 There set, I rid my sel...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...h heartes stern and stout.

With Arcita, in stories as men find,
The great Emetrius the king of Ind,
Upon a *steede bay* trapped in steel, *bay horse*
Cover'd with cloth of gold diapred* well, *decorated
Came riding like the god of armes, Mars.
His coat-armour was of *a cloth of Tars*, *a kind of silk*
Couched* with pearls white and round and great *trimmed
His saddle was of burnish'd gold new beat;
A mantelet on his shoulders hanging,
Bretful* of rubies red, as fire ...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
...But when the sun his beacon red
     Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head,
     The deep-mouthed bloodhound's heavy bay
     Resounded up the rocky way,
     And faint, from farther distance borne,
     Were heard the clanging hoof and horn.

     As Chief, who hears his warder call,
     'To arms! the foemen storm the wall,'
     The antlered monarch of the waste
     Sprung from his heathery couch in haste.
     But ere his fleet career he took,
    ...Read More

by Miller, Alice Duer
...—that I was not 
Australian Nancy—that my name 
Was Susan Dunne, and that I came 
From a small white town on a deep-cut bay 
In the smallest state in the U.S.A. 
I meant to tell him, but changed my mind—
I needed a friend, and he seemed kind; 
So I put my gloved hand into his glove,
And we danced together— and fell in love.

Young and in love-how magical the phrase! 
How magical the fact! Who has not yearned 
Over young lovers when to their amaze 
They fall...Read More

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...a shore
Of wintry mountains, inaccessibly
Hemmed-in with rifts and precipices grey,
And hanging crags, many a cove and bay.

And, whilst the outer lake beneath the lash
Of the wind's scourge foamed like a wounded thing
And the incessant hail with stony clash
Ploughed up the waters, and the flagging wing
Of the roused cormorant in the lightningflash
Looked like the wreck of some wind-wandering
Fragment of inky thunder-smoke--this haven
Was as a gem to copy heaven engraven...Read More

by Arnold, Matthew
...e much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men,
Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen,
And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind.

Much he, whose friendship I not long since won,
That halting slave, who in Nicopolis
Taught Arrian, when Vespasian's brutal son
Cleared Rome of what most shamed him. But be his

My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul,
 From first youth tested up to extreme old age,
Business could not make dull, nor passion wild;

Who saw life...Read More

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