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Famous Bustling Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...tter doom;
 My woes here shall close ne’er
 But with the closing tomb!


Happy! ye sons of busy life,
Who, equal to the bustling strife,
 No other view regard!
Ev’n when the wished end’s denied,
Yet while the busy means are plied,
 They bring their own reward:
Whilst I, a hope-abandon’d wight,
 Unfitted with an aim,
Meet ev’ry sad returning night,
 And joyless morn the same!
 You, bustling, and justling,
 Forget each grief and pain;
 I, listless, yet restless,
 Find ev’ry pro...Read more of this...



by Bronte, Anne
...ed now; I've done with life;
I've done with hate, revenge and strife;
I've done with joy, and hope and love
And all the bustling world above. 
Long have I dwelt forgotten here
In pining woe and dull despair;
This place of solitude and gloom
Must be my dungeon and my tomb.

No hope, no pleasure can I find:
I am grown weary of my mind;
Often in balmy sleep I try
To gain a rest from misery,

And in one hour of calm repose
To find a respite from my woes,
But dreamless sle...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...creeps
Windingly by it, so the quiet maid
Held her in peace: so that a whispering blade
Of grass, a wailful gnat, a bee bustling
Down in the blue-bells, or a wren light rustling
Among seer leaves and twigs, might all be heard.

 O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth! O unconfin'd
Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key
To golden palaces, strange minstrelsy,
Fountains grotesque, new trees, bespangle...Read more of this...

by Gregory, Rg
...hat shocked the pulse
all men are pigs when hunger rips the gown
and these men were not there to grace the town
service bustling (no time to take caps off)
hot steaming food and noses in the trough

i loved it deeply squashed in there with you
rough offensive banter bantered back
the smells of sweat and cargoes mixed with stew
and dumplings lamb chops roast beef - what the ****
these toughened men could outdo friar tuck
so ravenous their faith blown off the sea
that god lived...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...due chime
Gives us the summons---'tis sermon-time!

II.

Bob, here's Barnabas! Job, that's you?
Up stumps Solomon---bustling too?
Shame, man! greedy beyond your years
To handsel the bishop's shaving-shears?
Fair play's a jewel! Leave friends in the lurch?
Stand on a line ere you start for the church!

III.

Higgledy piggledy, packed we lie,
Rats in a hamper, swine in a stye,
Wasps in a bottle, frogs in a sieve,
Worms in a carcase, fleas in a sleeve.
Hist! square s...Read more of this...



by Smart, Christopher
...upply the quantity. 

For A is the beginning of learning and the door of heaven. 

For B is a creature busy and bustling. 

For C is a sense quick and penetrating. 

For D is depth. 

For E is eternity -- such is the power of the English letters taken singly. 

For F is faith. 

For G is God -- whom I pray to be gracious to Liveware my fellow prisoner. 

For H is not a letter, but a spirit -- Benedicatur Jesus Christus, sic spirem! 

For I is i...Read more of this...

by Trethewey, Natasha
...br> I've worn down
the soles and walked through the tightness
of my new shoes calling upon the merchants,
their offices bustling. All the while I kept thinking
my plain English and good writing would secure
for me some modest position Though I dress each day
in my best, hands covered with the lace gloves
you crocheted--no one needs a girl. How flat
the word sounds, and heavy. My purse thins.
I spend foolishly to make an appearance of quiet
industry, to mask th...Read more of this...

by Piercy, Marge
...s everything is shrouded in dropcloths, 
every chair ghostly and muted. 

Other times memory lights up from within 
bustling scenes acted just the other side 
of a scrim through which surely I could reach 

my fingers tearing at the flimsy curtain 
of time which is and isn't and will be 
the stuff of which we're made and unmade. 

In sleep the other night I met you, seventeen 
your first nasty marriage just annulled, 
thin from your abortion, clutching a book 

agains...Read more of this...

by Bronte, Anne
...grieve
A heart so ready to believe,
And willing to admire!
With strength so feeble, fears so strong,
Amid this selfish bustling throng,
How will it faint and tire!

That tender love so warm and deep,
How can it flourish here below?
What bitter floods of tears must steep
The stony soil where it would grow!
O earth! a rocky breast is thine ­
A hard soil and a cruel clime,
Where tender plants must droop and pine,
Or alter with transforming time.
That soul, that clings to sy...Read more of this...

by Field, Eugene
...le was relieved of everything, to make
That ample space which Jane required when she compounded cake.

And, oh! the bustling here and there, the flying to and fro;
The click of forks that whipped the eggs to lather white as snow--
And what a wealth of sugar melted swiftly out of sight--
And butter? Mother said such waste would ruin father, quite!
But Sister Jane preserved a mien no pleading could confound
As she utilized the raisins and the citron by the pound.

Oh, h...Read more of this...

by Gregory, Rg
...nd from the earth presentiments are rustling
as cheeky snowdrops hoist their periscopes
within a week a mass of them is bustling
and white becomes the flavour of the slopes
and people flock invigorating hopes
seasons (they say) have forfeited effect on
one snowdrop-look and instantly dejection

is whipped (though biting winds and brooding skies)
away from the pure white cream the eyes are lapping
a frisson blooms as every bloodstream tries
to come to terms with its own natura...Read more of this...

by Matthew, John
...d and slash with knife
Careful of your arm’s sockets
Lest they dislocate and misery make life.

Welcome to Bombay’s bustling trains
Hold on fast as if you are insane!...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...neighbours, in their beds, complain  Of many things which never troubled me;  Of feet still bustling round with busy glee,  Of looks where common kindness had no part.  Of service done with careless cruelty,  Fretting the fever round the languid heart,  And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start.   These things just served to stir the torpid sense,&nb...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...XXXII.

     'Thou warn'st me I have done amiss,—
     I should have earlier looked to this;
     I lost it in this bustling day.—
     Retrace with speed thy former way;
     Spare not for spoiling of thy steed,
     The best of mine shall be thy meed.
     Say to our faithful Lord of Mar,
     We do forbid the intended war;
     Roderick this morn in single fight
     Was made our prisoner by a knight,
     And Douglas hath himself and cause
     Submitted to o...Read more of this...

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...ove the town, half-hid by towering trees. 
I looked below and saw the glinting lights: 
I heard the treble cries of bustling life, 
And mirth, and scolding; and the grind of wheels.
An engine whistled, piercing-shrill, and called 
High echoes from the sombre slopes afar; 
Then a long line of trucks began to move. 

It was quite still; the columned chestnuts stood 
Dark in their noble canopies of leaves.
I thought: ‘A little longer I’ll delay, 
And then he’ll b...Read more of this...

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...er--
Her home is her life.
In its circle she rules,
And the daughters she schools
And she cautions the boys,
With a bustling command,
And a diligent hand
Employed she employs;
Gives order to store,
And the much makes the more;
Locks the chest and the wardrobe, with lavender smelling,
And the hum of the spindle goes quick through the dwelling;
And she hoards in the presses, well polished and full,
The snow of the linen, the shine of the wool;
Blends the sweet with the good...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...he long street riding wearily, 
Found every hostel full, and everywhere 
Was hammer laid to hoof, and the hot hiss 
And bustling whistle of the youth who scoured 
His master's armour; and of such a one 
He asked, 'What means the tumult in the town?' 
Who told him, scouring still, 'The sparrow-hawk!' 
Then riding close behind an ancient churl, 
Who, smitten by the dusty sloping beam, 
Went sweating underneath a sack of corn, 
Asked yet once more what meant the hubbub here? 
Wh...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...such sweet
Soft notes as yet musician's cunning
Never gave the enraptured air)
There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling,
Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,
Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering,
And, like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering,
Out came the children running.
All the little boys and girls,
With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,
And sparkling eyes and teeth like pea...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...ose Dreams of Greatness? those unsolid Hopes
Of Happiness? those Longings after Fame?
Those restless Cares? those busy, bustling Days?
Those Nights of secret Guilt? those veering Thoughts,
Flutt'ring 'twixt Good, and Ill, that shar'd thy Life?
All, now, are vanish'd! Vertue, sole, survives,
Immortal, Mankind's never-failing Friend,
His Guide to Happiness on high -- and see!
'Tis come, the Glorious Morn! the second Birth
Of Heaven, and Earth! -- awakening Nature hears
Th'Almig...Read more of this...

by Clare, John
...And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought.
And Happiness? A bubble on the stream,
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.

And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn,
That of its charms divests the dewy lawn,
And robs each flow'ret of its gem—and dies;
A cobweb, hiding disappointment's thorn,
Which sti...Read more of this...

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