Get Your Premium Membership

Famous Blade Poems by Famous Poets

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

See also:

by Yeats, William Butler
...t upon
That quarter where all thought is done:
Who can distinguish darkness from the soul

My Self. The consecretes blade upon my knees
Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was,
Still razor-keen, still like a looking-glass
Unspotted by the centuries;
That flowering, silken, old embroidery, torn
From some court-lady's dress and round
The wodden scabbard bound and wound
Can, tattered, still protect, faded adorn

My Soul. Why should the imagination of a man
Long past his...Read More

by Aiken, Conrad
...afternoon? Still, still,
the singer holds his phrase, the rising moon
remains unrisen. Even the fountain's falling blade
hangs in the air unbroken, and says: Wait!


Text into text, text out of text. Pretext
for scholars or for scholiasts. The living word
springs from the dying, as leaves in spring
spring from dead leaves, our birth from death.
And all is text, is holy text. Sheepfold Hill
becomes its name for us, anti yet is still
unnamed, unnamable...Read More

by Milton, John when we go), you may
Boldly assault the necromancer's hall;
Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood
And brandished blade rush on him: break his glass,
And shed the luscious liquor on the ground;
But seize his wand. Though he and his curst crew
Fierce sign of battle make, and menace high,
Or, like the sons of Vulcan, vomit smoke,
Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.
 ELD. BRO. Thyrsis, lead on apace; I'll follow thee;
And some good angel bear a shi...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
...And twisted it away; then in a trice 
 His strong colossal hand grasped like a vice 
 The neck of Ladisläus, who the blade 
 Now dropped; over his eyes a misty shade 
 Showed that the royal dwarf was near to death. 
 "Traitor!" said Eviradnus in his wrath, 
 "I rather should have hewn your limbs away, 
 And left you crawling on your stumps, I say,— 
 But now die fast." 
 Ghastly, with starting eyes, 
 The King without a cry or struggle dies. 
 One dead—but l...Read More

by Yeats, William Butler
...What they undertook to do
They brought to pass;
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass....Read More

by Carroll, Lewis
...whiffling through the tulgey wood, 
And burbled as it came! 

One two! One two! And through and through 
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! 
He left it dead, and with its head 
He went galumphing back. 
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? 
Come to my arms, my beamish boy! 
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" 
He chortled in his joy. 

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 
All mimsy were the borogoves, 
And the mome rat...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...nfidence, and wake no love; 
The sweeping fierceness which his soul betray'd, 
The skill with which he wielded his keen blade; 
Where had his arm unwarlike caught that art? 
Where had that fierceness grown upon his heart? 
For it was not the blind capricious rage 
A word can kindle and a word assuage; 
But the deep working of a soul unmix'd 
With aught of pity where its wrath had fix'd; 
Such as long power and overgorged success 
Concentrates into all that's merciless: 
These...Read More

by Bronte, Charlotte
...iltless proved. 

And heaven did curse­they found him laid, 
When crime for wrath was rife, 
Cold­with the suicidal blade 
Clutched in his desperate gripe. 

'Twas near that long deserted hut, 
Which in the wood decays, 
Death's axe, self-wielded, struck his root, 
And lopped his desperate days. 

You know the spot, where three black trees, 
Lift up their branches fell, 
And moaning, ceaseless as the seas, 
Still seem, in every passing breeze, 
The deed of blood t...Read More

by Anonymous,
It is her secret ferment fires
The cup of life with flame.
'Tis at her beck the grass hath turned
Each blade toward the light
and solar systems have evolved
From chaos and dark night,
Filling the realms of boundless space
Beyond the sage's sight.

At bounteous nature's kindly breast,
All things that breath drink Joy,
And bird and beasts and creaping things
All follow where she leads.
Her gifts to man are friends in need,
The wreath, the foa...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...foreign kings, O priests, the crop shall never run out.) 

I see the blood wash’d entirely away from the axe; 
Both blade and helve are clean; 
They spirt no more the blood of European nobles—they clasp no more the necks of queens.

I see the headsman withdraw and become useless; 
I see the scaffold untrodden and mouldy—I see no longer any axe upon it; 
I see the mighty and friendly emblem of the power of my own race—the newest, largest race.

(America! I do no...Read More

by Chesterton, G K
...e Earls of the Great Army
Lay like a long half moon,
Ten poles before their palisades,
With wide-winged helms and runic blades
Red giants of an age of raids,
In the thornland of Ethandune.

Midmost the saddles rose and swayed,
And a stir of horses' manes,
Where Guthrum and a few rode high
On horses seized in victory;
But Ogier went on foot to die,
In the old way of the Danes.

Far to the King's left Elf the bard
Led on the eastern wing
With songs and spells that chang...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord) objects fell. 
There arms were piled, not such as wield 
The turban'd Delis in the field; 
But brands of foreign blade and hilt, 
And one was red — perchance with guilt! 
Ah! how without can blood be spilt? 
A cup too on the board was set 
That did not seem to hold sherbet. 
What may this mean? she turn'd to see 
Her Selim — "Oh! can this be he?" 


His robe of pride was thrown aside, 
His brow no high-crown'd turban bore 
But in its stead a shawl of red, ...Read More

by Goldsmith, Oliver
...the pressure of contiguous pride?
If to some common's fenceless limits strayed,
He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade,
Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide,
And even the bare-worn common is denied.
If to the city sped—what waits him there?
To see profusion that he must not share;
To see ten thousand baneful arts combined
To pamper luxury, and thin mankind;
To see those joys the sons of pleasure know
Extorted from his fellow creature's woe.
Here, wh...Read More

by Masefield, John
...blokes from mad'us. 
Or two young rips lodged at the Prince 
Whom none had seen nor heard of since, 
Or that young blade from Worcester Walk 
(You know how country people talk). 
Young Joe the ostler come in sad, 
He said th'old mare had bit his dad. 
He said there'd come a blazing screeching 
Daft Bible-prophet chap a-preaching, 
Had put th'old mare in such a taking 
she'd thought the bloody earth was quaking. 
And others come and spread a tale 
Of cut-throa...Read More

by Browning, Robert
...e old style; both her eyes had slunk
Back to their pits; her stature shrunk;
In short, the soul in its body sunk
Like a blade sent home to its scabbard.
We descended, I preceding;
Crossed the court with nobody heeding,
All the world was at the chase,
The courtyard like a desert-place,
The stable emptied of its small fry;
I saddled myself the very palfrey
I remember patting while it carried her,
The day she arrived and the Duke married her.
And, do you know, though it'...Read More

by Bridges, Robert Seymour>
New homes on old are set, as lives on lives;
Invention with invention overlaid:
But still or tool or toy or book or blade
Shaped for the hand, that holds and toils and strives. 
The men to-day toil as their fathers taught,
With little better'd means; for works depend
On works and overlap, and thought on thought:
And thro' all change the smiles of hope amend
The weariest face, the same love changed in nought:
In this thing too the world comes not to an end. 

O ...Read More

by Service, Robert William
Where mighty monsters peer and pass,
Where beetles roam and spiders range.
'Mid gloom and gleam of leaf and blade,
What dragons rasp their painted wings!
O magic world of shine and shade!
O beauty land of Little Things!

I sometimes wonder, after all,
Amid this tangled web of fate,
If what is great may not be small,
And what is small may not be great.
So wondering I go my way,
Yet in my heart contentment sings . . .
O may I ever see, I pray,
God's ...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
     For hardy sports or contest bold;
     And though in peaceful garb arrayed,
     And weaponless except his blade,
     His stately mien as well implied
     A high-born heart, a martial pride,
     As if a baron's crest he wore,
     And sheathed in armor bode the shore.
     Slighting the petty need he showed,
     He told of his benighted road;
     His ready speech flowed fair and free,
     In phrase of gentlest courtesy,
     Yet seemed that tone an...Read More

by Walcott, Derek
...y one
with his own nimbus, leaving shirts in the streets,
and the echo of power at the end of the street.
Propeller-blade fans turn over the Senate;
the judges, they say, still sweat in carmine,
on Frederick Street the idlers all marching
by standing still, the Budget turns a new leaf.
In the 12.30 movies the projectors best
not break down, or you go see revolution. Aleksandr Blok
enters and sits in the third row of pit eating choc-
olate cone, waiting for a s...Read More

by Akhmatova, Anna
...quiet habitat?
Or recall the verdict and
Wait for me alive like that?

I'm asleep. In dense dark, moon
Threw a blade just like a dart.
There is knocking. In this way
Beats my warm and precious heart.

x x x

We noiselessly walked through the house,
Not waiting for anything.
They showed me way to the sick man,
And I did not recognize him.

He said, "Now let God have the glory"
And became more thoughtful and blue.
"It's long t...Read More

Dont forget to view our wonderful member Blade poems.