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Famous Bk Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Kipling, Rudyard
...Horace, BK. V., Ode 3 "Regulus"-- A Diversity of Creatures
There are whose study is of smells,
 And to attentive schools rehearse
How something mixed with something else
 Makes something worse.

Some cultivate in broths impure
 The clients of our body--these,
Increasing without Venus, cure,
 Or cause, disease.

Others the heated wheel extol,
 And all...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Devant les trahisons.") 
 {Bk. VII, xvi., Jersey, Dec. 2, 1852.} 

 Before foul treachery and heads hung down, 
 I'll fold my arms, indignant but serene. 
 Oh! faith in fallen things—be thou my crown, 
 My force, my joy, my prop on which I lean: 
 Yes, whilst he's there, or struggle some or fall, 
 O France, dear France, for whom I weep in vain. 
 Tomb of my sires,...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Jamais elle ne raille.") 
 {Bk. III. xiii.} 

 Where your brood seven lie, 
 Float in calm heavenly, 
 Life passing evenly, 
 Waterfowl, waterfowl! often I dream 
 For a rest 
 Like your nest, 
 Skirting the stream. 
 Shine the sun tearfully 
 Ere the clouds clear fully, 
 Still you skim cheerfully, 
 Swallow, oh! swallow swift! often I sigh 
 For a home 
 Where you ...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("O Soleil!") 
 {Bk. II. iv., Anniversary of the Coup d'État, 1852.} 

 O Sun! thou countenance divine! 
 Wild flowers of the glen, 
 Caves swoll'n with shadow, where sunshine 
 Has pierced not, far from men; 
 Ye sacred hills and antique rocks, 
 Ye oaks that worsted time, 
 Ye limpid lakes which snow-slide shocks 
 Hurl up in storms sublime; 
 And sky above, un...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Le parfum d'un lis.") 
 {Bk. V. xiii.} 

 The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light, 
 The latest murmur of departing day, 
 Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight, 
 The mystic farewell of each hour at flight, 
 The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,— 
 The sevenfold scarf that parting storms bestow 
 As trophy to the proud, triumphant sun; 
...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Booz s'était couché.") 
 {Bk. II. vi.} 

 At work within his barn since very early, 
 Fairly tired out with toiling all the day, 
 Upon the small bed where he always lay 
 Boaz was sleeping by his sacks of barley. 
 Barley and wheat-fields he possessed, and well, 
 Though rich, loved justice; wherefore all the flood 
 That turned his mill-wheels was unstained with mud 
...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Lorsque avec ses enfants Cain se fût enfui.") 
 {Bk. II} 

 Then, with his children, clothed in skins of brutes, 
 Dishevelled, livid, rushing through the storm, 
 Cain fled before Jehovah. As night fell 
 The dark man reached a mount in a great plain, 
 And his tired wife and his sons, out of breath, 
 Said: "Let us lie down on the earth and sleep." 
 Cain, sleeping not, dreamed at the mountain ...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("L'enfant chantait.") 
 {Bk. I. xxiii., Paris, January, 1835.} 

 The small child sang; the mother, outstretched on the low bed, 
 With anguish moaned,—fair Form pain should possess not long; 
 For, ever nigher, Death hovered around her head: 
 I hearkened there this moan, and heard even there that song. 
 The child was but five years, and, close to the lattice, aye 
 Ma...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Ceux-ci partent.") 
 {Bk. III. v., February, 1843.} 

 We pass—these sleep 
 Beneath the shade where deep-leaved boughs 
 Bend o'er the furrows the Great Reaper ploughs, 
 And gentle summer winds in many sweep 
 Whirl in eddying waves 
 The dead leaves o'er the graves. 
 And the living sigh: 
 Forgotten ones, so soon your memories die. 
 Ye never more may list the ...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Il vivait, il jouait.") 
 {Bk. III. xv., May, 1843.} 

 He lived and ever played, the tender smiling thing. 
 What need, O Earth, to have plucked this flower from blossoming? 
 Hadst thou not then the birds with rainbow-colors bright, 
 The stars and the great woods, the wan wave, the blue sky? 
 What need to have rapt this child from her thou hadst placed him by— 
 Beneath t...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Qu'est-ce que Sigismond et Ladislas ont dit.") 
 {Bk. XV. iii. 1.} 

 What was it Sigismond and Ladisläus said? 
 I know not if the rock, or tree o'erhead, 
 Had heard their speech;—but when the two spoke low, 
 Among the trees, a shudder seemed to go 
 Through all their branches, just as if that way 
 A beast had passed to trouble and dismay. 
 More dark...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 {Bk. IV. vi., July, 1822.} 

 Woe unto him! the child of this sad earth, 
 Who, in a troubled world, unjust and blind, 
 Bears Genius—treasure of celestial birth, 
 Within his solitary soul enshrined. 
 Woe unto him! for Envy's pangs impure, 
 Like the undying vultures', will be driven 
 Into his noble heart, that must endure 
 Pangs for each trium...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Comme le matin rit sur les roses.") 
 {Bk. I. xii.} 

 The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers 
 The tearful roses—lo, the little lovers— 
 That kiss the buds and all the flutterings 
 In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings 
 That go and come, and fly, and peep, and hide 
 With muffled music, murmured far and wide! 
 Ah, Springtime, when we think of all the lays 
 That dreamy ...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Il est nuit. La cabane est pauvre.") 
 {Bk. LII. iii.} 
 'Tis night—within the close stout cabin door, 
 The room is wrapped in shade save where there fall 
 Some twilight rays that creep along the floor, 
 And show the fisher's nets upon the wall. 
 In the dim corner, from the oaken chest, 
 A few white dishes glimmer; through the shade 
 Stands a tall bed with dusky curtains dressed...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Jersey dort dans les flots.") 
 {Bk. III. xiv., Oct. 8, 1854.} 

 Dear Jersey! jewel jubilant and green, 
 'Midst surge that splits steel ships, but sings to thee! 
 Thou fav'rest Frenchmen, though from England seen, 
 Oft tearful to that mistress "North Countree"; 
 Returned the third time safely here to be, 
 I bless my bold Gibraltar of the Free. 
 Yon lighthouse stands fort...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Orphée au bois du Caystre.") 
 {Bk. I. ii.} 

 Orpheus, through the hellward wood 
 Hurried, ere the eve-star glowed, 
 For the fauns' lugubrious hoots 
 Followed, hollow, from crookèd roots; 
 Aeschylus, where Aetna smoked, 
 Gods of Sicily evoked 
 With the flute, till sulphur taint 
 Dulled and lulled the echoes faint; 
 Pliny, soon his style mislaid, 
 Dogged Miletus' merr...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Amis! ennui nous tue.") 
 {Bk. IV. xv., March, 1825.} 

 Aweary unto death, my friends, a mood by wise abhorred, 
 Come to the novel feast I spread, thrice-consul, Nero, lord, 
 The Caesar, master of the world, and eke of harmony, 
 Who plays the harp of many strings, a chief of minstrelsy. 
 My joyful call should instantly bring all who love me most,— 
 For ne'er were see...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Une terre au flanc maigre.") 
 {Bk. III. xi., October, 1840.} 

 A clod with rugged, meagre, rust-stained, weather-worried face, 
 Where care-filled creatures tug and delve to keep a worthless race; 
 And glean, begrudgedly, by all their unremitting toil, 
 Sour, scanty bread and fevered water from the ungrateful soil; 
 Made harder by their gloom than flints that gash their harrie...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 ("Lorsqu'à l'antique Olympe immolant l'evangile.") 
 {Bk. II. v., 1823.} 
 {There was in Rome one antique usage as follows: On the eve of the 
 execution day, the sufferers were given a public banquet—at the prison 
 gate—known as the "Free Festival."—CHATEAUBRIAND'S "Martyrs."} 


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by Hugo, Victor
 ("Zim-Zizimi, Soudan d'Égypte.") 
 {Bk. XVI. i.} 

 Zim Zizimi—(of the Soudan of burnt Egypt, 
 The Commander of Believers, a Bashaw 
 Whose very robes were from Asia's greatest stript, 
 More powerful than any lion with resistless paw) 
 A master weighed on by his immense splendor— 
 Once had a dream when he was at his evening feast, 
 When the broad table smoked like a perfumed cen...Read More

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