10 Best Famous Darwin Poems

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

• All Famous Darwin Poems

 A year or two, and grey Euripides, 
And Horace and a Lydia or so, 
And Euclid and the brush of Angelo, 
Darwin on man, Vergilius on bees, 
The nose and Dialogues of Socrates, 
Don Quixote, Hudibras and Trinculo, 
How worlds are spawned and where the dead gods go,-- 
All shall be shard of broken memories.

And there shall linger other, magic things,-- 
The fog that creeps in wanly from the sea, 
The rotton harbor smell, the mystery 
Of moonlit elms, the flash of pigeon wings, 
The sunny Green, the old-world peace that clings 
About the college yard, where endlessly 
The dead go up and down. These things shall be 
Enchantment of our heart's rememberings.

And these are more than memories of youth 
Which earth's four winds of pain shall blow away; 
These are earth's symbols of eternal truth, 
Symbols of dream and imagery and flame, 
Symbols of those same verities that play 
Bright through the crumbling gold of a great name.

 The Honorable Ardleigh Wyse 
Was every fisherman's despair; 
He caught his fish on floating flies, 
In fact he caught them in the air, 
And wet-fly men -- good sports, perhaps -- 
He called "those chuck-and-chance-it chaps". 
And then the Fates that sometimes play 
A joke on such as me and you 
Deported him up Queensland way 
To act as a station jackaroo. 
The boundary rider said, said he, 
"You fish dry fly? Well, so do we. 

"These barramundi are the blokes 
To give you all the sport you need: 
For when the big lagoons and soaks 
Are dried right down to mud and weed 
They don't sit there and raise a roar, 
They pack their traps and come ashore. 

"And all these rods and reels you lump 
Along the creek from day to day 
Would only give a man the hump 
Who does his fishing Queensland way. 
For when the barramundi's thick 
We knock 'em over with a stick. 

"The black boys on the Darwin side 
Will fill a creek with bitter leaves 
And when the fish are stupefied 
The gins will gather 'em in sheaves. 
Now tell me, could a feller wish 
A finer way of catchin' fish?" 

The stokehold of the steamship Foam 
Contains our hero, very sick, 
A-working of his passage home 
And brandishing a blue gum stick. 
"Behold," says he, "the latest fly; 
It's called the Great Australian Dry."