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Famous Beckon Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Levy, Amy
...sunny days, haply, rejoiced;
We know some things together, you and I!
Hold there, you rangèd row of books ! In vain
You beckon from your shelf. You've stood my friends
Where all things else were foes; yet now I'll turn 
My back upon you, even as the world
Turns it on me. And yet--farewell, farewell!
You, lofty Shakespere, with the tattered leaves
And fathomless great heart, your binding's bruised
Yet did I love you less? Goethe, farewell;
Farewell, triumphant smile an...Read more of this...



by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...pensiveness--two eyes,
Two starry eyes, hung in the gloom of thought, 
And seemed with their serene and azure smiles
To beckon him.

Obedient to the light
That shone within his soul, he went, pursuing
The windings of the dell. The rivulet,
Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine
Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell
Among the moss with hollow harmony
Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones
It danced, like childhood laughing as it went;
Then, ...Read more of this...

by Montgomery, Lucy Maud
...ch in the branches,
So that our feet may keep true time as we go;
If there be rain, it will laugh, it will glisten, and beckon,
Calling to us as a friend all lightly and low. 

If it be night, the moonlight will wander winsomely with us,
If it be hour of dawn, all heaven will bloom,
If it be sunset, it's glow will enfold and pursue us.
To the remotest valley of purple gloom. 

Lo! the pine wood is a temple where the days meet to worship,
Laying their cark and care...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...l woman! 
O to hear the tramp, tramp, of a million answering men! O the ships they arm with joy! 
O to see you leap and beckon from the tall masts of ships!
O to see you peering down on the sailors on the decks! 
Flag like the eyes of women....Read more of this...

by Sutphen, Joyce
...desire.

The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.

The second half of my life will be ice
breaki...Read more of this...



by Pope, Alexander
...ound some mould'ring tower pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies;
Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise.
I shriek, start up, the same sad prospect find,
And wake to all the griefs I left behind.

For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain
A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain;
Thy life a long, dead calm of fix'd repose;
No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows.
Still as t...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...to slumber beside him.
Sometimes a rumor, a hearsay, an inarticulate whisper,
Came with its airy hand to point and beckon her forward.
Sometimes she spake with those who had seen her beloved and known him,
But it was long ago, in some far-off place or forgotten.
"Gabriel Lajeunesse!" they said; yes! we have seen him.
He was with Basil the blacksmith, and both have gone to the prairies;
Coureurs-des-Bois are they, and famous hunters and trappers."
"Gabriel...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...nd, 
 One who our tempest buffets back with zest, 
 And with twin-steeple, eke our helmsman's end, 
 Forms arms that beckon us upon thy breast; 
 Rose-posied pillow, crystallized with spray, 
 Where pools pellucid mirror sunny ray. 
 
 A frigate fretting yonder smoothest sky, 
 Like pauseless petrel poising o'er a wreck, 
 Strikes bright athwart the dearly dazzled eye, 
 Until it lessens to scarce certain speck, 
 'Neath Venus, sparkling on the agate-sprinkled beac...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...
As if she stanch'd anew some phantom's wound. 
Herself would question, and for him reply; 
Then rising, start, and beckon him to fly 
From some imagined spectre in pursuit; 
Then seat her down upon some linden's root, 
And hide her visage with her meagre hand, 
Or trace strange characters along the sand. — 
This could not last — she lies by him she loved; 
Her tale untold — her truth too dearly proved....Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...e must seem  
As the river of a dream. 15 

Then why pause with indecision  
When bright angels in thy vision 
Beckon thee to fields Elysian? 

Seest thou shadows sailing by  
As the dove with startled eye 20 
Sees the falcon's shadow fly? 

Hearest thou voices on the shore  
That our ears perceive no more  
Deafened by the cataract's roar? 

Oh thou child of many prayers! 25 
Life hath quicksands Life hath snares! 
Care and age come unawares! 

Like th...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...oth urbane;
A greater Spirit bids thee forth,
Than the gray dreams which thee detain.

Mark how the climbing Oreads
Beckon thee to their arcades;
Youth, for a moment free as they,
Teach thy feet to feel the ground,
Ere yet arrive the wintry day
When Time thy feet has bound.
Accept the bounty of thy birth;
Taste the lordship of the earth.

I heard and I obeyed,
Assured that he who pressed the claim,
Well-known, but loving not a name,
Was not to be gainsaid.

Er...Read more of this...

by Adams, Sarah Fuller Flower
...er to Thee!

There let the way appear
   Steps unto heav'n;
All that Thou sendest me
   In mercy giv'n;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
   Nearer to Thee!

   Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
   Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
   Nearer to Thee!

Or if on joyful wing,
   Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
   Upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
   Neare...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...theme! a theme! great nature! give a theme; 
Let me begin my dream. 
I come -- I see thee, as thou standest there, 
Beckon me not into the wintry air.

Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears, 
And hopes, and joys, and panting miseries, -- 
To-night, if I may guess, thy beauty wears 
A smile of such delight, 
As brilliant and as bright, 
As when with ravished, aching, vassal eyes, 
Lost in soft amaze, 
I gaze, I gaze!

Who now, with greedy looks, eats up my feast...Read more of this...

by Thomas, Dylan
...en
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
 And the mussel pooled and the heron
 Priested shore
 The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
 Myself to set foot
 That second
 In the still sleeping town and set forth.

 My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
 Above the farms and the white horses
 And I rose
 In rainy autumn
And walked ab...Read more of this...

by Jarrell, Randall
...wavering eyes, 
The stinking shapes of cranes and witches, 
Their path slanting down the pumpkin's sky. 

Its stars beckon through the frost like cottages 
(Homes of the Bear, the Hunter--of that absent star, 
The dark where the flushed child struggles into sleep) 
Till, leaning a lifetime to the comforter, 
I float above the small limbs like their dream: 

I, I, the future that mends everything....Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...king the chance: she did not start,
Much less cry out, but stooped apart
One instant, rapidly glanced round,
And saw me beckon from the ground;
A wild bush grows and hides my crypt,
She picked my glove up while she stripped
A branch off, then rejoined the rest
With that; my glove lay in her breast:
Then I drew breath: they disappeared;
It was for Italy I feared.

An hour, and she returned alone
Exactly where my glove was thrown.
Meanwhile come many thoughts; on me
Res...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...t thou uncalled interrogate
Talker! the unreplying fate?
Nor see the Genius of the whole
Ascendant in the private soul,
Beckon it when to go and come,
Self-announced its hour of doom.
Fair the soul's recess and shrine,
Magic-built, to last a season,
Masterpiece of love benign!
Fairer than expansive reason
Whose omen 'tis, and sign.
Wilt thou not ope this heart to know
What rainbows teach and sunsets show,
Verdict which accumulates
From lengthened scroll of human fates...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...uncalled, interrogate, 
Talker! the unreplying Fate? 
Nor see the genius of the whole 
Ascendant in the private soul, 
Beckon it when to go and came, 
Self-announced its hour of doom? 
Fair the soul's recess and shrine, 
Magic-built to last a season; 
Masterpiece of love benign, 
Fairer that expansive reason 
Whose omen't is, and sign. 
Wilt thou not ope thy heart to know 
What rainbows teach, and sunsets show? 
Verdict which accumulates 
From lengthening scroll of human...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...how much I loved them.
 I am so lonely in my glory--except they too out
there--I looked up--those red bush blossoms beckon-
ing and peering in the window waiting in the blind love,
their leaves too have hope and are upturned top flat
to the sky to receive--all creation open to receive--the 
flat earth itself.

 The music descends, as does the tall bending 
stalk of the heavy blssom, because it has to, to stay
alive, to continue to the last drop of joy.
 The world ...Read more of this...

by Crane, Stephen
...urch and a thief shall fall together.
A sword will come at the bidding of the eyeless,
The God-led, turning only to beckon,
Swinging a creed like a censer
At the head of the new battalions,
Blue battalions.
March the tools of nature's impulse,
Men born of wrong, men born of right,
Men of the new battalions,
The blue battalions.

The clang of swords is Thy wisdom,
The wounded make gestures like Thy Son's;
The feet of mad horses is one part --
Ay, another is the han...Read more of this...

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