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Famous Carry On Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Kipling, Rudyard
 Sick she is and harbour-sick -- O sick to clear the land!
Roll down to Brest with the old Red Ensign over us --
 Carry on and thrash her out with all she'll stand!
 Well, ah fare you well, and it's Ushant slams the door on us,
 Whirling like a windmill through the dirty scud to lee:
 Till the last, last flicker goes
 From the tumbling water-rows,
 And we're off to Mother Carey
 (Walk her down to Mother Carey!),
 Oh, we're bound for Mother Carey where she feeds her chic...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...e feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
 Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:

Carry on! Carry on!
There isn't much punch in your blow.
You're glaring and staring and hitting out blind;
You're muddy and bloody, but never you mind.
Carry on! Carry on!
You haven't the ghost of a show.
It's looking like death, but while you've a breath,
Carry on, my son! Carry on!

And so in the strife of the battle of life
 It's easy to fight...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...ease me.'

"For I have found it wise in life
To take the luck the way it's coming;
A wake, a worry or a wife -
Just carry on and keep a-humming.
And so I lights me pipe o' clay,
And through the morn on blizzard borders,
I chuckle in me guts and say:
'It's just the day the doctor orders.'"

A mighty good philosophy
Thought I, and leads to longer living,
To make the best of things that be,
And take the weather of God's giving;
So though the sky be ashen grey,
And wi...Read More

by Hugo, Victor majesty this place. 
 Now each new master of this ancient race 
 A duty owed to ancestors which he 
 Was bound to carry on. The law's decree 
 It was that he should pass alone the night 
 Which made him king, as in their solemn sight. 
 Just at the forest's edge a clerk was met 
 With wine in sacred cup and purpose set, 
 A wine mysterious, which the heir must drink 
 To cause deep slumber till next day's soft brink. 
 Then to the castle tower he wends his way, 
...Read More

by Shakur, Tupac
of ignorance that they have set
2 make my people forget
what they have done for much 2 long
2 just forget and carry on
I had loved u forever because of who u r
and now I mourn our fallen star ...Read More

by Kunitz, Stanley
...o deep tubular flowers.

It is not so: there may be nectar
in those cups, but not for me.
All day, all night, I carry on my back
embedded in my flesh, two rows
of little white cocoons,
so neatly stacked
they look like eggs in a crate.
And I am eaten half away.

If I can gather strength enough
I'll try to burrow under a stone
and spin myself a purse
in which to sleep away the cold;
though when the sun kisses the earth
again, I know I won't be there.
Instead...Read More

by Shakur, Tupac
...bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why. ...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...t I'll drop my crot, and crack my sunflower seeds,
And cackle loud when in a shroud you rot beneath the weeds.
I'll carry on when carrion you lie beneath the yew;
With claw and beak my grub I'll seek when grubs are seeking you."

"Foul fowl! said I, "don't prophesy, I'll jolly well contrive
That when I rot in bone-yard lot you cease to be alive."
So I bespoke that barber bloke: "Joe, here's a five pound note.
It's crisp and new, and yours if you will slice tha...Read More

by Wordsworth, William
...; The high crag cannot work me harm,  Nor leaping torrents when they howl;  The babe I carry on my arm,  He saves for me my precious soul;  Then happy lie, for blest am I;  Without me my sweet babe would die.   Then do not fear, my boy! for thee  Bold as a lion I will be;  And I will always be thy guide,  Through hollow snows and rivers wid...Read More

by Trumbull, John
...clerks or scribes?
Has it commissions in its gift,
Or cash to serve us at a lift?
Are acts of parliament there made,
To carry on the placeman's trade,
Or has it pass'd a single bill
To let us plunder whom we will?

"And look our list of placemen all over;
Did heaven appoint our chief Judge Oliver,
Fill that high bench with ignoramus,
Or has it councils by mandamus?
Who made that wit of water-gruel
A judge of admiralty, Sewall?
And were they not mere earthly struggles,
That r...Read More

by Service, Robert William
To us he seemed to be
A sorry lot . . .
But when we're dead and gone,
With all our fuss,
I guess he'll carry on,
And laugh at us....Read More

by Browning, Robert
...I sang ... but O Thou who didst grant me that day,
And before it not seldom hast granted thy help to essay,
Carry on and complete an adventure,---my shield and my sword
In that act where my soul was thy servant, thy word was my word,---
Still be with me, who then at the summit of human endeavour
And scaling the highest, man's thought could, gazed hopeless as ever
On the new stretch of heaven above me---till, mighty to save,
Just one lift of thy hand cleared that d...Read More

by Service, Robert William
To us he seemed to be
A sorry lot . . .
But when we're dead and gone,
With all our fuss,
I guess he'll carry on,
And laugh at us....Read More

by Service, Robert William
...I'm all alone.
They say they'll shoot me at the dawn
If you do not give in . . .
But never mind, Dad - carry on:
You know we've got to win."

And so they shot him at the dawn.
No bandage irked his eyes,
A lonely lad, so wistful wan,
He made his sacrifice.
he saw above the Citadel
His flag of glory fly,
And crying: "long live Spain!" he fell
And died as heroes die....Read More

by Sexton, Anne
...a pond in Alaska,
as good as the stem of a green bean--
we are born and that ought to be enough,
we ought to be able to carry on from that
but one must learn about evil,
learn what is subhuman,
learn how the blood pops out like a scream,
one must see the night
before one can realize the day,
one must listen hard to the animal within,
one must walk like a sleepwalker
on the edge of a roof,
one must throw some part of her body
into the devil's mouth.
Odd stuff, you'd say.Read More

by Field, Edward
forced to believe them by my act of trusting people,
stepping out on it,

and naturally it gaps open
and I, forced to carry on coolly
by my act of being imperturbable,
slide erectly into the water wearing my captain's helmet,
waving to the shore with a sad smile,
"Goodbye my darlings, goodbye dear one,"
as the ice meets again over my head with a click....Read More

by Service, Robert William
...ghty faith 
 Gaze on your noble nob.
So when to goodly earth I've gone,
 (And I'll be glad to go),
Your carrion can carry on
 Our waxwork show."...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...fore it was too late;
How often tangled with a dame - you know how these things are,
Yet always had the gumption not to carry on too far;
Remembering that fancy skirts, however high they go,
Are not to be stacked up against a bunch of hard-earned dough;
And sentiment has little weight compared with pounds and pence,
According to the gospel of the God of Common-sense.

Oh blessing on that old hair-brush my Daddy used to whack
With such benign precision on the basement of m...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...need you
 To keep the kettle on the boil;
No longer can I clothe and feed you,
 Buy study books and midnight oil.
I carry on as best I'm able,
 A humble tailor, as you know;
And you must squat cross-legged a table
 And learn to snip and sew."

And that is what poor Tom is doing.
 He bravely makes the best of it;
But as he "fits" you he is knowing 
 That he himself is a misfit;
And thinks as he fulfils his calling,
 With patient heart yet deep distaste,
Like clippi...Read More

by Mekas, Jonas
...You too return, along with days gone,
and flow again, my blue rivers,

to carry on the songs of washerwomen,
fishermen's nets and grey wooden bridges.
Clear blue nights, smelling warm,
streams of thin mist off the meadow drift in
with distinct hoof-stomps from a fettered horse.

To carry off rioting spring thaws,
willows torn loose and yellow lily cups,
with children's shrill riots.
The summer heat, its midday simmer:
...Read More

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