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Famous Blighted Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Brontë, Emily,
But sweet was the slight and spicy smell
It breathed from its heart invisible. 

The rose is blasted, withered, blighted,
Its root has felt a worm,
And like a heart beloved and slighted,
Failed, faded, shrunk its form.
Bud of beauty, bonnie flower,
I stole thee from thy natal bower. 

I was the worm that withered thee,
Thy tears of dew all fell for me;
Leaf and stalk and rose are gone,
Exile earth they died upon.
Yes, that last breath of balmy scent
With a...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...ath the pine-trees.
And whene'er a youth or maiden
Found a crooked ear in husking,
Found a maize-ear in the husking
Blighted, mildewed, or misshapen,
Then they laughed and sang together,
Crept and limped about the cornfields,
Mimicked in their gait and gestures
Some old man, bent almost double,
Singing singly or together:
"Wagemin, the thief of cornfields!
Paimosaid, who steals the maize-ear!"
Till the cornfields rang with laughter,
Till from Hiawatha's wigwam
Kahgahgee, ...Read more of this...

by Lawson, Henry
..." of ridgs, gullies, ridges, barren! where the madden'd flies -- 
Fiercer than the plagues of Egypt -- swarm about your blighted eyes! 
Bush! where there is no horizon! where the buried bushman sees 
Nothing. Nothing! but the maddening sameness of the stunted trees! 
Lonely hut where drought's eternal -- suffocating atmosphere -- 
Where the God forgottcn hatter dreams of city-life and beer. 

Treacherous tracks that trap the stranger, endless roads that gleam and glar...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
Brings these ships to our shores. Perhaps the harvests in England
By untimely rains or untimelier heat have been blighted,
And from our bursting barns they would feed their cattle and children."
"Not so thinketh the folk in the village," said, warmly, the blacksmith,
Shaking his head, as in doubt; then, heaving a sigh, he continued:--
"Louisburg is not forgotten, nor Beau Sejour, nor Port Royal.
Many already have fled to the forest, and lurk on its outskirts,
W...Read more of this...

by Brontë, Emily
...a foreign mould -
Year after year the grass grows green
Above the dust where thou hast been. 

I will not name thy blighted name
Tarnished by unforgotton shame
Though not because my bosom torn
Joins the mad world in all its scorn - 

Thy phantom face is dark with woe
Tears have left ghastly traces there,
Those ceaseless tears ! I wish their flow
Could quench thy wild despair. 

They deluge my heart like the rain
On cursed Gomorrah's howling plain -
Yet when I hear th...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
So there we went and there we laid ourselves 
Where the sun could not reach us; and I champed
A dozen of worm-blighted astrakhans 
While Archibald said nothing—merely told 
The tale of Stafford’s cabin, which was good, 
Though “master chilly”—after his own phrase— 
Even for a day like that. But other thoughts
Were moving in his mind, imperative, 
And writhing to be spoken: I could see 
The glimmer of them in a glance or two, 
Cautious, or else unconscious, that ...Read more of this...

by St Vincent Millay, Edna
...e step of Death on the walk, rise and go;
Leaving to our children's children the beautiful doorway,
And this elm,
And a blighted earth to till
With a broken hoe....Read more of this...

by Bronte, Anne
...been done,
And all that might have been.

'Those sparkling eyes, that blessed me so,
Are dim with weeping now;
And blighted hope and burning woe
Have ploughed that marble brow.

'What waste of youth, what hopes destroyed,
What days of pining care,
What weary nights of comfort void
Art thou condemned to bear!

'O! if my love must suffer so --
And wholly for my sake --
What marvel that my tears should flow, --
Or that my heart should break!'...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...this when many a tongue,
Whose busy accents whisper blame,
Would do the heart that loved thee wrong,
And brand a nearly blighted name.

Think that, whate'er to others, thou
Hast seen each selfish thought subdued:
I bless thy purer soul even now,
Even now, in midnight solitude.

Oh, God! that we had met in time,
Our hearts as fond, thy hand more free;
When thou hadst loved without a crime,
And I been less unworthy thee!

Far may thy days, as heretofore,
From this our g...Read more of this...

by Muir, Edwin
But Knox and Melville clapped their preaching palms
And bundled all the harvesters away,
Hoodicrow Peden in the blighted corn
Hacked with his rusty beak the starving haulms.
Out of that desolation we were born.

Courage beyond the point and obdurate pride
Made us a nation, robbed us of a nation.
Defiance absolute and myriad-eyed
That could not pluck the palm plucked our damnation.
We with such courage and the bitter wit
To fell the ancient oak of loyal...Read more of this...

by Bronte, Anne
Pining to bless and to be blessed,
Drop withered, frozen one by one,
Till, centred in itself alone,
It wastes its blighted powers. 

Oh, I have known a wondrous joy
In early friendship's pure delight, -­
A genial bliss that could not cloy -­
My sun by day, my moon by night.
Absence, indeed, was sore distress,
And thought of death was anguish keen,
And there was cruel bitterness
When jarring discords rose between; 
And sometimes it was grief to know
My fondness w...Read more of this...

by Dove, Rita
...g into the chair, her cape

tossed off in a shudder of brushed steel.
We kissed.Then I leaned back to peruse
my blighted child, this wary aristocratic mole.

"How's business?" I asked, and hazarded
a motherly smile to keep from crying out:
Are you content to conduct your life
as a cliché and, what's worse,

an anachronism, the brooding artist's demimonde?
Near the rue Princesse they had opened 
a gallery cum souvenir shop which featured
fuzzy off-color Monets next...Read more of this...

by Taylor, Jane
...happen to all. 

"For just like to-day with its holiday lost,
Is life and its comforts at best: 
Our pleasures are blighted, our purposes cross'd, 
To teach us it is not our rest. 

"And when those distresses and crosses appear, 
With which you may shortly be tried, 
You'll wonder that ever you wasted a tear
On merely the loss of a ride. 

"But though the world's pleasures are fleeting and vain, 
Religion is lasting and true; 
Real pleasure and peace in her paths...Read more of this...

by Turner Smith, Charlotte
That long have torn their desolated land,
May (even as storms, that agitate the air,
Drive noxious vapours from the blighted earth)
Serve, all tremendous as they are, to fix
The reign of Reason, Liberty, and Peace!...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord) breast,
Ah! Where shall either victim rest?
Can this with faded pinion soar
From rose to tulip as before?
Or beauty, blighted in an hour,
Find joy within her broken bower?
No: gayer insects fluttering by
Ne’er droop the wing o’er those that die,
And lovelier things have mercy shown
To every failing but their own,
And every woe a tear can claim
Except an erring sister’s shame.

The mind that broods o’er guilty woes,
Is like the scorpion girt by fire;
In circle narrowin...Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour heats nor harms. 
'Twas plain to read, even by those shadows quaint,
How rude catastrophe had dim'd his day,
And blighted all his cheer with stern complaint:
To arms! to arms! what more the voice would say
Was swallow'd in the valleys, and grew faint
Upon the thin air, as he pass'd away. 

Since not the enamour'd sun with glance more fond
Kisses the foliage of his sacred tree,
Than doth my waking thought arise on thee,
Loving none near thee, like thee nor beyond...Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been-
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!

The happiest day- ...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...a lingering look,
     Where easily his eye might reach
     The Harper on the islet beach,
     Reclined against a blighted tree,
     As wasted, gray, and worn as he.
     To minstrel meditation given,
     His reverend brow was raised to heaven,
     As from the rising sun to claim
     A sparkle of inspiring flame.
     His hand, reclined upon the wire,
     Seemed watching the awakening fire;
     So still he sat as those who wait
     Till judgment speak th...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...s of golden sieves that held not wine or water, 
And had no names in traffic or more value there than toys: 
There were blighted sons of wonder in the Valley of the Shadow,
Where they suffered and still wondered why their wonder made no noise. 

There were slaves who dragged the shackles of a precedent unbroken, 
Demonstrating the fulfilment of unalterable schemes, 
Which had been, before the cradle, Time’s inexorable tenants 
Of what were now the dusty ruins of their fat...Read more of this...

by Brontë, Emily
...of Fancy, newly-blown: 

But, thou art ever there, to bring
The hovering vision back, and breathe
New glories o'er the blighted spring,
And call a lovelier Life from Death,
And whisper, with a voice divine,
Of real worlds, as bright as thine. 

I trust not to thy phantom bliss,
Yet, still, in evening's quiet hour,
With never-failing thankfulness,
I welcome thee, Benignant Power;
Sure solacer of human cares,
And sweeter hope, when hope despairs!...Read more of this...

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