10 Best Famous Novella Poems

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

• All Famous Novella Poems

 Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future. 
You are very idle, my songs, 
I fear you will come to a bad end. 
You stand about the streets, You loiter at the corners and bus-stops,
You do next to nothing at all. 

You do not even express our inner nobilitys, 
You will come to a very bad end.

And I? I have gone half-cracked. 
I have talked to you so much that I almost see you about me, 
Insolent little beasts! Shameless! Devoid of clothing!

But you, newest song of the lot, 
You are not old enough to have done much mischief. 
I will get you a green coat out of China
With dragons worked upon it. 
I will get you the scarlet silk trousers
From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella; 
Lest they say we are lacking in taste, 
Or that there is no caste in this family.

[Pg 221]
 
SONNET CCXVI.
 
I' pur ascolto, e non odo novella.
 
HEARING NO TIDINGS OF HER, HE BEGINS TO DESPAIR.
 
 
Still do I wait to hear, in vain still wait,Of that sweet enemy I love so well:What now to think or say I cannot tell,'Twixt hope and fear my feelings fluctuate:The beautiful are still the marks of fate;And sure her worth and beauty most excel:What if her God have call'd her hence, to dwellWhere virtue finds a more congenial state?If so, she will illuminate that sphereEven as a sun: but I—'tis done with me!I then am nothing, have no business here!O cruel absence! why not let me seeThe worst? my little tale is told, I fear,My scene is closed ere it accomplish'd be.
 
Morehead. 
 
No tidings yet—I listen, but in vain;Of her, my beautiful belovèd foe,What or to think or say I nothing know,So thrills my heart, my fond hopes so sustain,Danger to some has in their beauty lain;Fairer and chaster she than others show;God haply seeks to snatch from earth belowVirtue's best friend, that heaven a star may gain,Or rather sun. If what I dread be nigh,My life, its trials long, its brief reposeAre ended all. O cruel absence! whyDidst thou remove me from the menaced woes?My short sad story is already done,And midway in its course my vain race run.
 
Macgregor.