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Famous Blanching Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Sassoon, Siegfried
...Through darkness curves a spume of falling flares 
That flood the field with shallow, blanching light. 
The huddled sentry stares 
On gloom at war with white, 
And white receding slow, submerged in gloom.
Guns into mimic thunder burst and boom, 
And mirthless laughter rakes the whistling night. 
The sentry keeps his watch where no one stirs 
But the brown rats, the nimble scavengers....Read More

by Browning, Elizabeth Barrett loud access 
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness 5 
In souls as countries lieth silent-bare 
Under the blanching vertical eye-glare 
Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man express 
Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death¡ª 
Most like a monumental statue set 10 
In everlasting watch and moveless woe 
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. 
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet: 
If it could weep it could arise and go. ...Read More

by Stevenson, Robert Louis
...umber wholly; nor shall know at all
The weariness of changes; nor perceive
Immeasurable sands of centuries
Drink of the blanching ink, or the loud sound
Of generations beat the music down....Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ever saw so fierce a fork -- 
Struck out the streaming mountain-side, and show'd 
A riotous confluence of watercourses 
Blanching and billowing in a hollow of it, 
Where all but yester-eve was dusty-dry.

"Storm, and what dreams, ye holy Gods, what dreams!
For thrice I waken'd after dreams. Perchance
We do but recollect the dreams that come
Just ere the waking. Terrible: for it seem'd
A void was made in Nature, all her bonds
Crack'd; and I saw the flaring atom-str...Read More

by Petrarch, Francesco
...oud sovereign's food)I ever nourish still my aching heart;I feel my blanching cheek, and oft I startAs on Love's sharp engraven wound I brood.But she, who e'er on earth unrivall'd stood,Flits o'er my couch, when prostrate by his dartI lie; and there her presence doth impart.Whilst scarce my eyes d...Read More

by Housman, A E
...Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
Or under blanching mays,
For she and I were long acquainted
And I knew all her ways.

On russet floors, by waters idle,
The pine lets fall its cone;
The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing
In leafy dells alone;
And traveller’s joy beguiles in autumn
Hearts that have lost their own.

On acres of the seeded grasses
The changing burnish heaves;
Or marshalled under ...Read More

by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
..."How," spoke the youth, "have you kept your charge?"
The moon was sad at a trust ill-kept;
The blush went out in her blanching cheek,
And her voice was timid and low and weak,
As she made her plea and sighed and wept.
[Pg 31]"Oh, another prayed and another plead,
And I could n't resist," she answering said;
"But love still grows in the hearts of men:
Go forth, dear youth, and love again."
But he turned him away from...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord, 'who could think 
The softer Adams of your Academe, 
O sister, Sirens though they be, were such 
As chanted on the blanching bones of men?' 
'But you will find it otherwise' she said. 
'You jest: ill jesting with edge-tools! my vow 
Binds me to speak, and O that iron will, 
That axelike edge unturnable, our Head, 
The Princess.' 'Well then, Psyche, take my life, 
And nail me like a weasel on a grange 
For warning: bury me beside the gate, 
And cut this epitaph ab...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...drift against the brakes, 
Self-darken'd in the sky, descending slow! 
But gladly see I thro' the wavering flakes 
Yon blanching apricot like snow in snow. 
These will thine eyes not brook in forest-paths, 
On their perpetual pine, nor round the beech; 
They fuse themselves to little spicy baths, 
Solved in the tender blushes of the peach; 
They lose themselves and die 
On that new life that gems the hawthorn line; 
Thy gay lent-lilies wave and put them by, 
And out once...Read More

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...the distant wink of a huge gun. 

I turned in the black ditch, loathing the storm; 
A rocket fizzed and burned with blanching flare, 
And lit the face of what had been a form 
Floundering in mirk. He stood before me there; 
I say that He was Christ; stiff in the glare, 
And leaning forward from His burdening task, 
Both arms supporting it; His eyes on mine 
Stared from the woeful head that seemed a mask 
Of mortal pain in Hell's unholy shine. 

No thorny crown, on...Read More

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