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Famous Beaux Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Wheatley, Phillis
...he horned race,
Which Britain's royal standards grace;
A gem of vivid green;

A town of gaiety and sport,
Where beaux and beauteous nymphs resort,
And gallantry doth reign;
A Dardan hero fam'd of old
For youth and beauty, as we're told,
And by a monarch slain;

A peer of popular applause,
Who doth our violated laws,
And grievances proclaim.
Th' initials show a vanquish'd town,
That adds fresh glory and renown
To old Britannia's fame....Read more of this...

by Wheatley, Phillis a vivid verdure glows
Among the gems which regal crowns compose;
Boston's a town, polite and debonair, 
To which the beaux and beauteous nymphs repair,
Each Helen strikes the mind with sweet surprise,
While living lightning flashes from her eyes,
See young Euphorbus of the Dardan line
By Manelaus' hand to death resign:
The well known peer of popular applause
Is C——m zealous to support our laws.
Quebec now vanquish'd must obey,
She too much annual tribute pay
To Britain...Read more of this...

by Goldsmith, Oliver
...rous size,
She never slumbered in her pew,— 
But when she shut her eyes.

Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
The king himself has followed her,— 
When she has walked before.

But now her wealth and finery fled,
Her hangers-on cut short all;
The doctors found, when she was dead,— 
Her last disorder mortal.

Let us lament in sorrow sore,
For Kent Street well may say
That had she lived a twelvemonth more,— 
She had not died today....Read more of this...

by Mallarme, Stephane
...x, dans la rue
Et dans le soir, tu m'es en riant apparue
Et j'ai cru voir la f?e au chapeau de clart?
Qui jadis sur mes beaux sommeils d'enfant g?t?
Passait, laissant toujours de ses mains mal ferm?es
Neiger de blancs bouquets d'?toiles parfum?es....Read more of this...

by Lehman, David
almost any minute I expect
the brokers to fall from the sky
like Icarus in Brughel's painting in
Auden's "Musee des Beaux Arts"
(and so back to work)...Read more of this...

by Austen, Jane
A glance upon the ample cabbage rose
That, stuck in button-hole, regales his nose,
He envies not the gayest London beaux.
In church he takes his seat among the rows,
Pays to the place the reverence he owes,
Likes best the prayers whose meaning least he knows,
Lists to the sermon in a softening doze,
And rouses joyous at the welcome close....Read more of this...

by Robinson, Mary Darby
Youthful damsels quite forsaken.

Some in luxury delighting ;
More in talking than in fighting ;
Lovers old, and beaux decrepid ;
Lordlings empty and insipid.

Poets, painters, and musicians ;
Lawyers, doctors, politicians :
Pamphlets, newspapers, and odes,
Seeking fame by diff'rent roads.

Gallant souls with empty purses ;
Gen'rals only fit for nurses ;
School-boys, smit with martial spirit,
Taking place of vet'ran merit.

Honest men who can't get places,
...Read more of this...

by Breton, Andre
...?tends les bras sur un
papier ? fleurs, je ne me souviens de rien, et c'est toujours avec d?sespoir que je
d?couvre les beaux arbres d?racin?s de la nuit. L'air de la chambre est beau comme des
baguettes de tambour. Il fait un temps de temps. Je connais le d?sespoir dans ses grandes
lignes. C'est comme le vent du rideau qui me tend la perche. A-t-on id?e d'un d?sespoir
pareil! Au feu! Ah! ils vont encore venir... Et les annonces de journal, et ...Read more of this...

by Swift, Jonathan
Or on the Matt devoutly kneeling 
Would lift her Eyes up to the Ceeling, 
And heave her Bosom unaware 
For neighb'ring Beaux to see it bare. 
At length a lucky Lover came, 
And found Admittance to the Dame. 
Suppose all Partys now agreed, 
The Writings drawn, the Lawyer fee'd, 
The Vicar and the Ring bespoke: 
Guess how could such a Match be broke. 
See then what Mortals place their Bliss in! 
Next morn betimes the Bride was missing, 
The Mother scream'd, the Fat...Read more of this...

by Betjeman, John, 
When Teddy took me down to his estate
When my nose excited passion, 
When my clothes were in the fashion, 
When my beaux were never cross if I was late, 

There was sun enough for lazing upon beaches, 
There was fun enough for far into the night.
But I’m dying now and done for, 
What on earth was all the fun for? 
For I’m old and ill and terrified and tight....Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...dows flashed,
Nuzzling for crumbs under lily-pads,
Which ladies threw as the last of fads.
Eggshell trays where gay beaux knelt,
Hand on heart, and daintily spelt
Their love in flowers, brittle and bright,
Artificial and fragile, which told aright
The vows of an eighteenth-century knight.
The cruder tones of old Dutch jugs
Glared from one shelf, where Toby mugs
Endlessly drank the foaming ale,
Its froth grown dusty, awaiting sale.
The glancing light of the burning...Read more of this...

by Chatterton, Thomas! 

Accept, for once, advice from me, 
And let the eye of censure see 
Maria can be true; 
No more for fools or empty beaux, 
Heav'n's representatives disclose, 
Or butterflies pursue. 

Fly to your worthiest lover's arms, 
To him resign your swelling charms, 
And meet his gen'rous breast; 
Or if Pitholeon suits your taste, 
His muse with tattr'd fragments graced, 
Shall read your cares to rest....Read more of this...

by Finch, Anne Kingsmill
...Must none but buffle-headed Trees
Within your Ground be seen? 
Or tap'ring Yews here court the Breeze, 
That, like some Beaux whom Time does freeze, 
At once look Old and Green? 

I snarl, 'tis true, and sometimes scratch 
A tender-footed Squire; 
Who does a rugged Tartar catch, 
When me he thinks to over-match, 
And jeers for my Attire. 

As to Yourself, who 'gainst me fret, 
E'en give this Project o'er: 
For know, where'er my Root is set, 
These rambling Twigs will Pass...Read more of this...

by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...ld front gate,
While the robin in the tree tops
Sung a night song to his mate;
And how later in the evening,
As the beaux were wont to do,
Mr. Perkins, in the parlor,
Sat and sparked my sister Sue.
There my mother—heaven bless her!—
Kissed or spanked as was our need,
And by smile or stroke implanted
In our hearts fair virtue's seed;
While my father, man of wisdom,
Lawyer keen, and farmer stout,
Argued long with neighbor Dobbins
How the corn crops would turn out....Read more of this...

by Pope, Alexander
...ev'ry part,
They shift the moving toyshop of their heart;
Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots strive,
Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.
This erring mortals levity may call,
Oh blind to truth! the Sylphs contrive it all.

Of these am I, who thy protection claim,
A watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name.
Late, as I rang'd the crystal wilds of air,
In the clear mirror of thy ruling star
I saw, alas! some dread event impend,
Er...Read more of this...

by Pope, Alexander
...all that land and sea afford,
Why angels call'd, and angel-like ador'd?
Why round our coaches crowd the white-glov'd beaux,
Why bows the side-box from its inmost rows?
How vain are all these glories, all our pains,
Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains:
That men may say, when we the front-box grace:
'Behold the first in virtue, as in face!'
Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day,
Charm'd the smallpox, or chas'd old age away;
Who would not scorn what ho...Read more of this...

by Trumbull, John
...o fair,
This light that on the surface plays,
Each coxcomb fluttering round its blaze,
Whose spell enchants the wits of beaux,
The only charms, that heaven bestows.
Within the mind a glory lies,
O'erlook'd and dim to vulgar eyes;
Immortal charms, the source of love,
Which time and lengthen'd years improve,
Which beam, with still increasing power,
Serene to life's declining hour;
Then rise, released from earthly cares,
To heaven, and shine above the stars.

Thus might...Read more of this...

by Finch, Anne Kingsmill
...d 'twas their Bus'ness to take care,
It reach'd not to the publick Ear,
Or got about the Town: 

Nor came where Evening Beaux were met
O'er Billet-doux and Chocolate,
Lest it destroy'd the House;
For in that Place, who cou'd dispence
(That wore his Cloaths with common Sense)
With mention of a Spouse? 

'Twas put unto the Vote at last,
And in the Negative it past,
None to her Aid shou'd move;
Yet since ARDELIA was a Friend,
Excuses 'twas agreed to send,
Which plausible might p...Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...verse les Halles à la tombée de l'été
Marchait sur la pointe des pieds
Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses grands arums si beaux
Et dans le sac à main il y avait mon rêve ce flacon de sels
Que seule a respiré la marraine de Dieu
Les torpeurs se déployaient comme la buée
Au Chien qui fume
Ou venaient d'entrer le pour et le contre
La jeune femme ne pouvait être vue d'eux que mal et de biais
Avais-je affaire à l'ambassadrice du salpêtre
Ou de la courbe blanche sur fond noir que nou...Read more of this...

by Swift, Jonathan
...t senseless tribe
Who call it humour when they gibe.
He spared a hump, or crooked nose,
Whose owners set not up for beaux.
True genuine dulness moved his pity,
Unless it offered to be witty.
Those who their ignornace confessed
He ne'er offended with a jest;
But laughed to hear an idiot quote
A verse from Horace learned by rote.
Vice, if it e'er can be abashed,
Must be or ridiculed or lashed.
If you resent it, who's to blame?
He neither knew you nor your na...Read more of this...

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