10 Best Famous Bans Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Bans poems. This is a select list of the best famous Bans poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Bans poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of bans poems.

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 A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill
There)—boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish
 Mother to an English sire (he
Shares their best gifts surely, fall how things will), 

This very very day came down to us after a boon he on
My late being there begged of me, overflowing
 Boon in my bestowing,
Came, I say, this day to it—to a First Communion. 

Here he knelt then ín regimental red.
Forth Christ from cupboard fetched, how fain I of feet
 To his youngster take his treat!
Low-latched in leaf-light housel his too huge godhead. 

There! and your sweetest sendings, ah divine,
By it, heavens, befall him! as a heart Christ's darling, dauntless;
 Tongue true, vaunt- and tauntless;
Breathing bloom of a chastity in mansex fine. 

Frowning and forefending angel-warder
Squander the hell-rook ranks sally to molest him;
 March, kind comrade, abreast him;
Dress his days to a dexterous and starlight order. 

How it dóes my heart good, visiting at that bleak hill,
When limber liquid youth, that to all I teach
 Yields tender as a pushed peach,
Hies headstrong to its wellbeing of a self-wise self-will! 

Then though I should tread tufts of consolation
Dáys áfter, só I in a sort deserve to
 And do serve God to serve to
Just such slips of soldiery Christ's royal ration. 

Nothing élse is like it, no, not all so strains
Us: fresh youth fretted in a bloomfall all portending
 That sweet's sweeter ending;
Realm both Christ is heir to and thére réigns. 

O now well work that sealing sacred ointment!
O for now charms, arms, what bans off bad
 And locks love ever in a lad!
Let mé though see no more of him, and not disappointment 

Those sweet hopes quell whose least me quickenings lift,
In scarlet or somewhere of some day seeing
 That brow and bead of being,
An our day's God's own Galahad. Though this child's drift 

Seems by a divíne doom chánnelled, nor do I cry
Disaster there; but may he not rankle and roam
 In backwheels though bound home?—
That left to the Lord of the Eucharist, I here lie by; 

Recorded only, I have put my lips on pleas
Would brandle adamantine heaven with ride and jar, did
 Prayer go disregarded:
Forward-like, but however, and like favourable heaven heard these.

The lightening tears the night – thunder rolls 
Bans all coldness from the room
The smell of incense calls to childhood
Pulsating fire recalls the word “Mammy!”

Wen de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street,
Don't you people stan' daih starin'; lif yo' feet!
Ain't dey playin'? Hip, hooray!
Stir yo' stumps an' cleah de way,
Fu' de music dat dey mekin' can't be beat.
Oh, de major man's a-swingin' of his stick,
An' de pickaninnies crowdin' roun' him thick;
In his go'geous uniform,
He 's de lightnin' of de sto'm,
An' de little clouds erroun' look mighty slick.
You kin hyeah a fine perfo'mance w'en de white ban's serenade,
An' dey play dey high-toned music mighty sweet,
But hit 's Sousa played in ragtime, an' hit 's Rastus on Parade,
Wen de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street.
Wen de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street
You kin hyeah de ladies all erroun' repeat:
"Ain't dey handsome? Ain't dey gran'?
Ain't dey splendid? Goodness, lan'!
Wy dey's pu'fect f'om dey fo'heads to dey feet!"
An' sich steppin' to de music down de line,[Pg 179]
'T ain't de music by itself dat meks it fine,
Hit's de walkin', step by step,
An' de keepin' time wid "Hep,"
Dat it mek a common ditty soun' divine.
Oh, de white ban' play hits music, an' hit 's mighty good to hyeah,
An' it sometimes leaves a ticklin' in yo' feet;
But de hea't goes into bus'ness fu' to he'p erlong de eah,
Wen de colo'ed ban' goes ma'chin' down de street.