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Famous Brier Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...the early year,
Are ilka day mair sweet to hear,
So ilka day to me mair dear
 And charming is my Philly.
She. As on the brier the budding rose,
Still richer breathes and fairer blows,
So in my tender bosom grows
 The love I bear my Willy.
Both. For a’ the joys, &c.


He. The milder sun and bluer sky
That crown my harvest cares wi’ joy,
Were ne’er sae welcome to my eye
 As is a sight o’ Philly.
She. The little swallow’s wanton wing,
Tho’ wafting o’er the flowery Spring,
Did ne...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert



...ike school-boys, at th’ expected warning,
 To joy an’ play.


We wander there, we wander here,
We eye the rose upon the brier,
Unmindful that the thorn is near,
 Among the leaves;
And tho’ the puny wound appear,
 Short while it grieves.


Some, lucky, find a flow’ry spot,
For which they never toil’d nor swat;
They drink the sweet and eat the fat,
 But care or pain;
And haply eye the barren hut
 With high disdain.


With steady aim, some Fortune chase;
Keen hope does ev’ry sin...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert
...was more virtuous
Than souls of women fashioned otherwise. 

Now, ballad, gather poppies in thine hands
And sheaves of brier and many rusted sheaves
Rain-rotten in rank lands,
Waste marigold and late unhappy leaves
And grass that fades ere any of it be mown;
And when thy bosom is filled full thereof
Seek out Death's face ere the light altereth,
And say "My master that was thrall to Love
Is become thrall to Death."
Bow down before him, ballad, sigh and groan.
But make no sojo...Read more of this...
by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And ha...Read more of this...
by Shakespeare, William
...Till I saw a splash of blood on a stump, 
And the quail lying close to the rotton roots. 
I reached my hand, but saw no brier, 
But something pricked and stung and numbed it. 
And then, in a second, I spied the rattler-- 
The shutters wide in his yellow eyes, 
The head of him arched, sunk back in the rings of him, 
A circle of filth, the color of ashes, 
Or oak leaves bleached under layers of leaves. 
I stood like a stone as he shrank and uncoiled 
And started to crawl beneat...Read more of this...
by Masters, Edgar Lee



...ning, 
It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences, 
It hangs thin by the sassafras, the wild-cherry, and the cat-brier under them. 

I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree, 
I heard what the singers were singing so long,
Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue, 

Behold a woman! 
She looks out from her quaker cap—her face is clearer and more beautiful than the
 sky. 

She sits in an arm-chair, under the shaded porch of the f...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...nd long crane legs of Mark--
Then Tristram laughing caught the harp, and sang:


"Ay, ay, O ay--the winds that bend the brier!
A star in heaven, a star within the mere!
Ay, ay, O ay--a star was my desire,
And one was far apart, and one was near:
Ay, ay, O ay--the winds that bow the grass!
And one was water and one star was fire,
And one will ever shine and one will pass.
Ay, ay, O ay--the winds that move the mere."


Then in the light's last glimmer Tristram show'd
And swung ...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...re they riven, 
 Apart my soul would life resign. 
 Thou art my song and I the lyre; 
 Thou art the breeze and I the brier; 
 The altar I, and thou the fire; 
 Mine the deep love, the beauty thine! 
 As fleets away the rapid hour 
 While weeping—may 
 My sorrowing lay 
 Touch thee, sweet flower. 
 
 ERNEST OSWALD COE. 


 A FLEETING GLIMPSE OF A VILLAGE. 
 
 ("Tout vit! et se pose avec grâce.") 


 How graceful the picture! the life, the repose! 
 T...Read more of this...
by Hugo, Victor
...y. 

Now, birdlings, rest, 
In your wind-rocked nest, 
Unscared by the owl's shrill cry; 
For with folded wings 
Little Brier swings, 
And singeth your lullaby....Read more of this...
by Gluck, Louise
...
Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether 
The cloud in the west would bring foul weather. 

And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown 
And her graceful ankles bare and brown; 

And listened, while a pleased surprise 
Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes. 

At last, like one who for delay 
Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away. 

Maud Muller looked and sighed: "Ah me! 
That I the Judge's bride might be! 

"He would dress me up in silks so fine, 
And praise and toast me at his ...Read more of this...
by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...shower’d halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows, twining and twisting as if they were alive, 
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, 
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, 
From your memories, sad brother—from the fitful risings and fallings I heard, 
From under that yellow half-moon, late-risen, and swollen as if with tears,
From those beginning notes of sickness and love, there in the transparent mist, 
From the thousand responses of my heart, never ...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...- 
The chill weight of the winter snow 
For months upon her grave has lain; 
And now, when summer south-winds blow 
And brier and harebell bloom again, 
I tread the pleasant paths we trod, 
I see the violet-sprinkled sod 
Whereon she leaned, too frail and weak 
The hillside flowers she loved to seek, 
Yet following me where'er I went 
With dark eyes full of love's content. 
The birds are glad; the brier-rose fills 
The air with sweetness; all the hills 
Stretch green to June'...Read more of this...
by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...reathe free air


 (v) the barrier of thorns

  immediately a barrier of thorns
  springs up to choke his track
  thick brier evil bramble twitch
  stick sharp needles in his skin
  hag's spite inflicts its bitter sting
  frederick (provoked to attack
  stung stabbed by jabbing spines
  wincing with agony and grief) seeks to hack
  a clear way through
     picking swinging at
  the spiky barricade inch by prickly inch
  smarting with anger bristling with a thin
  itch and tin...Read more of this...
by Gregory, Rg
...e,
Higher their hymn was heard and higher,
More sweet for hate and for heart's desire,
And up in the northern scrub and brier,
They fell upon the Dane.




BOOK V ETHANDUNE: THE FIRST STROKE


King Guthrum was a dread king,
Like death out of the north;
Shrines without name or number
He rent and rolled as lumber,
From Chester to the Humber
He drove his foemen forth.

The Roman villas heard him
In the valley of the Thames,
Come over the hills roaring
Above their roofs, and pour...Read more of this...
by Chesterton, G K
...an hour away
Until its quick eye noticed me
And then it whewed away.
Its mouth when open shone as red
As hips upon the brier,
Like stock doves seemed its winged head
But striving to get higher

It heard me rustle and above leaves
Soon did its flight pursue,
Still waking summer's melodies
And singing as it flew.
So quick it flies from wood to wood
'Tis miles off 'ere you think it gone;
I've thought when I have listening stood
Full twenty sang—when only one.

When summer from ...Read more of this...
by Clare, John
...t from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. 

The wind-flower and the violet they perished long ago  
And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; 
But on the hill the goldenrod and the aster in the wood 15 
And the blue sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood  
Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven as falls the plague on men  
And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland glade and glen. 

And now when comes the calm mi...Read more of this...
by Bryant, William Cullen
...to match the sky 45 
Columbine with horn of honey  
Scented fern and agrimony  
Clover catchfly adder's-tongue 
And brier-roses dwelt among; 
All beside was unknown waste 50 
All was picture as he passed. 

Wiser far than human seer  
blue-breeched philosopher! 
Seeing only what is fair  
Sipping only what is sweet 55 
Thou dost mock at fate and care  
Leave the chaff and take the wheat. 
When the fierce northwestern blast 
Cools sea and land so far and fast  
...Read more of this...
by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...sjointed stones,
     The wolves shall batten on his bones,
     And then shall his detested plaid,
     By bush and brier in mid-air stayed,
     Wave forth a banner fail and free,
     Meet signal for their revelry.'
     XXIV

     'Hush thee, poor maiden, and be still!'
     'O! thou look'st kindly, and I will.
     Mine eye has dried and wasted been,
     But still it loves the Lincoln green;
     And, though mine ear is all unstrung,
     Still, still it lo...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter
...d long crane legs of Mark-- 
Then Tristram laughing caught the harp, and sang: 

`Ay, ay, O ay--the winds that bend the brier! 
A star in heaven, a star within the mere! 
Ay, ay, O ay--a star was my desire, 
And one was far apart, and one was near: 
Ay, ay, O ay--the winds that bow the grass! 
And one was water and one star was fire, 
And one will ever shine and one will pass. 
Ay, ay, O ay--the winds that move the mere.' 

Then in the light's last glimmer Tristram showed 
An...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...driving hail, and the howling wind. 

One party searched a distant sporting lodge with right good will,
Besides through brier, and bush, and snow, on the hill;
And the Bishop's party explored the Devil's Staircase with hearts full of woe,
A steep pass between the Kinloch hills, and the hills of Glencoe. 

Oh! it was a pitch dark and tempestuous night,
And the searchers would have lost their way without lamp light;
But the brave searchers stumbled along for hours, but slow,
Ov...Read more of this...
by McGonagall, William Topaz

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