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Famous Bridles Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Larkin, Philip
...e joy,
And not a fieldglass sees them home,
Or curious stop-watch prophesies:
Only the grooms, and the grooms boy,
With bridles in the evening come....Read more of this...



by Thomas, Dylan
...barley,
The cattle graze on the covered foam,
The hills have footed the waves away,

With wild sea fillies and soaking bridles
With salty colts and gales in their limbs
All the horses of his haul of miracles
Gallop through the arched, green farms,

Trot and gallop with gulls upon them
And thunderbolts in their manes.
O Rome and Sodom To-morrow and London
The country tide is cobbled with towns

And steeples pierce the cloud on her shoulder
And the streets that the fisherm...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...heard,
Answering not with bitter word,
Turning not for chiding.

Came a troop with broad swords swinging,
Bits and bridles sharply ringing,
Loose and free and forward;
Quoth the foremost, 'Ride him down!
Push him! prick him! through the town
Drive the Quaker coward!'

But from out the thickening crowd
Cried a sudden voice and loud:
'Barclay! Ho! a Barclay!
And the old man at his side
Saw a comrade, battle tried,
Scarred and sunburned darkly,

Who with ready weapon bare,
...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...tar-faces, of the West?
Who are the Mississippi Valley ghosts, of copper foreheads, riding wiry ponies in the night?—no bridles, love-arms on the pony necks, riding in the night a long old trail?
Why do they always come back when the silver foxes sit around the early moon, a silver papoose, in the Indian west?...Read more of this...

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...ate, "There are hawks abroad, 
And it's time that we went away." 

Their rifles stood at the stretcher head, 
Their bridles lay to hand; 
They wakened the old man out of his bed, 
When they heard the sharp command: 
"In the name of the Queen lay down your arms, 
Now, Dun and Gilbert, stand!" 

Then Gilbert reached for his rifle true 
That close at hand he kept; 
He pointed straight at the voice, and drew, 
But never a flash outleapt, 
For the water ran from the rifle bree...Read more of this...



by Morris, William
...es in the hot, bright weather,
Clear-cut, with shadows very black,
As freely we rode on together
With helms unlaced and bridles slack.

And often, as we rode together,
We, looking down the green-bank'd stream,
Saw flowers in the sunny weather,
And saw the bubble-making bream.

And in the night lay down together,
And hung above our heads the rood,
Or watch'd night-long in the dewy weather,
The while the moon did watch the wood.

Our spears stood bright and thick to...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...id of the flesh-pot chattered high,
The knives were whetted and -- then came I
To Mahbub Ali the muleteer,
Patching his bridles and counting his gear,
Crammed with the gossip of half a year.
But Mahbub Ali the kindly said,
"Better is speech when the belly is fed."
So we plunged the hand to the mid-wrist deep
In a cinnamon stew of the fat-tailed sheep,
And he who never hath tasted the food,
By Allah! he knoweth not bad from good.

We cleansed our beards of the mutt...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...es in the sense of
"sovereign" as we now apply it to a remedy.

15. It was fashionable to hang bells on horses' bridles.

16. St. Benedict was the first founder of a spiritual order in the
Roman church. Maurus, abbot of Fulda from 822 to 842, did
much to re-establish the discipline of the Benedictines on a true
Christian basis.

17. Wood: Mad, Scottish "wud". Felix says to Paul, "Too
much learning hath made thee mad".

18. Limitour:...Read more of this...

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