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Famous Browse Poems by Famous Poets

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by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...tle here or briar or thorn shall spring 
Earth's curse before: the lion and the lamb 
In mutual friendship link'd shall browse the shrub, 
And tim'rous deer with rabid tygers stray 
O'er mead or lofty hill or grassy plain. 
Another Jordan's stream shall glide along 
And Siloah's brook in circling eddies flow, 
Groves shall adorn their verdant banks, on which 
The happy people free from second death 
Shall find secure repose; no fierce disease 
No fevers, slow consumption,...Read more of this...



by Smart, Christopher
...yet the shades arouse: 
Her cave the mining coney scoops;
Where o'er the mead the mountain stoops, 
 The kids exult and browse. 

 XXVI 
Of gems—their virtue and their price, 
Which hid in earth from man's device, 
 Their darts of lustre sheathe; 
The jasper of the master's stamp, 
The topaz blazing like a lamp, 
 Among the mines beneath. 

 XXVII 
Blest was the tenderness he felt 
When to his graceful harp he knelt, 
 And did for audience call; 
When Satan with his h...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...he spring; 
The country boy at the close of the day, driving the herd of cows, and shouting to them as
 they
 loiter to browse by the road-side; 
The city wharf—Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Charleston, New Orleans, San
 Francisco, 
The departing ships, when the sailors heave at the capstan;
—Evening—me in my room—the setting sun, 
The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the swarm of flies, suspended,
 balancing
 in the air in the centre of the room, dart...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne
...s in pasture, house, nor streams, 
The substance gone, O me, these are but dreams. 
Together at one tree, oh let us browse, 
And like two turtles roost within one house, 
And like the mullets in one river glide, 
Let's still remain but one, till death divide. 
Thy loving love and dearest dear, 
At home, abroad, and everywhere...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
From human pastures; or, O torturing fact!
Who, through an idiot blink, will see unpack'd
Fire-branded foxes to sear up and singe
Our gold and ripe-ear'd hopes. With not one tinge
Of sanctuary splendour, not a sight
Able to face an owl's, they still are dight
By the blear-eyed nations in empurpled vests,
An...Read more of this...



by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...Fate is above me. Why should I browse? 
 Sleeping in dosses, an outcast, I rove. 
 Grief is a cellar, 
 that opens in every old house. 
 A ditch is below me and fate is above. 

 What did I want? Well, a life of contentment. 
 What did I get? Just a coffin and wreath... 
 Under the cradle a grave has been latent. 
 Fate is above me, a ditch is beneath. ...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...cut off by a hill from the house.
I don't want it girdled by rabbit and mouse,
I don't want it dreamily nibbled for browse
By deer, and I don't want it budded by grouse.
(If certain it wouldn't be idle to call
I'd summon grouse, rabbit, and deer to the wall
And warn them away with a stick for a gun.)
I don't want it stirred by the heat of the sun.
(We made it secure against being, I hope,
By setting it out on a northerly slope.)
No orchard's the worse for ...Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
...t, unstamped her letter came: 
"Ominous cramps and pains." I cursed the vows 
That cattle make to grass when cattle browse. 

Heartsick and tired, to you, Green Thumb, I prayed 
For her reprieve and that our debt be paid 
By my remorse. "Give me a sign," I said, 
"Give me my burning bush." You squeaked the bed. 
I hid my face like Moses on the hill, 
But unlike Moses did not feel my will 
Swell with new strength; I put my choice to sleep. 
That night w...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...tripped his rein, 
And joyed to see how well he fed;
For until now he had the dread
His wearied courser might refuse
To browse beneath the midnight dews:
But he was hardy as his lord,
And little cared for bed and board;
But spirited and docile too, 
Whate'er was to be done, would do.
Shaggy and swift, and strong of limb,
All Tartar-like he carried him;
Obeyed his voice, and came to call,
And knew him in the midst of all.
Though thousands were around, - and night,
With...Read more of this...

by Brontë, Emily
...n the rocky dells, 
The moor-lark in the air, 
The bee among the heather bells 
That hide my lady fair: 

The wild deer browse above her breast; 
The wild birds raise their brood; 
And they, her smiles of love caress'd, 
Have left her solitude! 

I ween that when the grave's dark wall 
Did first her form retain, 
They thought their hearts could ne'er recall 
The light of joy again. 

They thought the tide of grief would flow 
Uncheck'd through future years; 
But where is ...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...t was where the Northmen fled,
When Alfred's ships came by.

See you our pastures wide and lone,
Where the red oxen browse?
O there was a City thronged and known,
Ere London boasted a house.

And see you after rain, the trace
Of mound and ditch and wall? 
O that was a Legion's camping-place,
When Caesar sailed from Gaul.

And see you marks that show and fade,
Like shadows on the Downs?
O they are the lines the Flint Men made,
To guard their wondrous towns.

Tr...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...of drinking, I am told.
I fancy he was rather bored;
I don't think he was over old.

And where on books I dully browse,
And gaze in rapture at the sea,
My predecessor world carouse
In lavish infidelity
With ladies amoral as cows;
But interesting, you'll agree.

I'm dull as water in a ditch,
Making these silly bits of rhyme;
My Lord, I'm told, was passing rich
And must have has a lovely time;
With champagne and a pretty *****
No need to heed the church-bell chime.<...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...in droves,
In ocean sport the scaly herds,
Wedge-like cleave the air the birds,
To northern lakes fly wind-borne ducks,
Browse the mountain sheep in flocks,
Men consort in camp and town,
But the poet dwells alone.

God who gave to him the lyre,
Of all mortals the desire,
For all breathing men's behoof,
Straitly charged him, "Sit aloof;"
Annexed a warning, poets say,
To the bright premium,—
Ever when twain together play,
Shall the harp be dumb.
Many may come,
But one s...Read more of this...

by Yeats, William Butler
...ovidence.
Let the young wish. But what has brought you here?
Never until this moment have we met
Where my goats browse on the scarce grass or leap
From stone to Stone.

Shepherd. I am looking for strayed sheep;
Something has troubled me and in my rrouble
I let them stray. I thought of rhyme alone,
For rhme can beat a measure out of trouble
And make the daylight sweet once more; but when
I had driven every rhyme into its Place
The sheep had gone from theirs...Read more of this...

by Brontë, Emily
...the rocky dells,
The moor - lark in the air,
The bee among the heather - bells
That hide my lady fair: 

The wild deer browse above her breast;
The wild birds raise their brood;
And they, her smiles of love caressed,
Have left their solitude! 

I ween, that when the grave's dark wall
Did first her form retain,
They thought their hearts could ne'er recall
The light of joy again. 

They thought the tide of grief would flow
Unchecked through future years,
But where is all t...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...advances to do his masculine work—where the stud to the
 mare—where the cock is treading the hen; 
Where the heifers browse—where geese nip their food with short jerks; 
Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie; 
Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near;
Where the humming-bird shimmers—where the neck of the long-lived swan is
 curving and winding; 
Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where s...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...scenes Le Nôtre's art created 
 For princely sport and ease, 
 Crimean steeds, trampling the velvet glade, 
 Should browse the bark beneath the stately shade 
 Of the great Louis' trees? 
 
 Fraser's Magazine. 
 
 {Footnote 1: The young princes, afterwards Louis XVIII. and Charles X.} 
 
 {Footnote 2: The Tuileries, several times stormed by mobs, was so 
 irreparably injured by the Communists that, in 1882, the Paris Town 
 Council decided that the ruins s...Read more of this...

by Voznesensky, Andrei
...a parabola. 

 There once lived a girl in the neighboring house. 
 We studied together, through books we would browse. 
 Why did I leave, 
 moved by devilish powers 
 amidst the equivocal 
 Georgian stars! 

 I'm sorry for making that silly parabola, 
 The shivering shoulders in darkness, why trouble her?... 
 Your rings in the dark Universe were dramatic, 
 and like an antenna, straight and elastic. 

 Meanwhile I'm flying 
 to land here because ...Read more of this...

by Butler, Ellis Parker
...t Science shows that Whales are mammals,
Like Jersey cows, and goats, and camels.

When undisturbed, the Whale will browse
Like camels, goats, and Jersey cows,
On food that satisfies its tongue,
Thus making milk to feed its young.

Asking no costly hay and oats,
Like camels, Jersey cows, and goats,
The Whale, prolific milk producer,
Should be our cheapest lactic juicer.

Our milk should all come from the sea,
But who, I ask, would want to be—
And here the proposit...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...foliage, roots, bark; 
We are bedded in the ground—we are rocks;
We are oaks—we grow in the openings side by side; 
We browse—we are two among the wild herds, spontaneous as any; 
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together; 
We are what the locust blossoms are—we drop scent around the lanes, mornings and
 evenings; 
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals;
We are two predatory hawks—we soar above, and look down; 
We are two resplendent suns—we it is w...Read more of this...

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