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Famous Blasphemes Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Milton, John
...id: for swinish gluttony
Ne'er looks to Heaven amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder. Shall I go on
Or have I said enow? To him that dares
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the sun-clad power of chastity
Fain would I something say;—yet to what end?
Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend
The sublime notion and high mystery
That must be uttered to unfold the sage
And serious doctrine of Virgini...Read more of this...



by Bryant, William Cullen
...ged beneath his feet, and all
Its kingdoms melt into one mighty realm--
Thou, while his head is loftiest, and his heart
Blasphemes, imagining his own right hand
Almighty, sett'st upon him thy stern grasp,
And the strong links of that tremendous chain
That bound mankind are crumbled; thou dost break
Sceptre and crown, and beat his throne to dust.
Then the earth shouts with gladness, and her tribes
Gather within their ancient bounds again.
Else had the mighty of the old...Read more of this...

by Lindsay, Vachel
...ng, singing sweet: 
Waiting her mad bad lovers 
Here by the judgment-seat! 

'Frisco, God's doughty foeman, 
Scorns and blasphemes him strong. 
Tho' he again should smite her 
She would not slack her song. 
Nay, she would shriek and rally — 
'Frisco would ten times rise! 
Not till her last tower crumbles, 
Not till her last rose dies, 
Not till the coast sinks seaward, 
Not till the cold tides beat 
Over the high white Shasta, 
'Frisco will cry defeat. 

God loves...Read more of this...

by Swift, Jonathan
...ra's but some pocky queen.
When Celia in her glory shows,
If Strephon would but stop his nose
(Who now so impiously blasphemes
Her ointments, daubs, and paints and creams,
Her washes, slops, and every clout
With which he makes so foul a rout),
He soon would learn to think like me
And bless his ravished sight to see
Such order from confusion sprung,
Such gaudy tulips raised from dung....Read more of this...

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