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Famous Centred Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Hugo, Victor
...arms, thou fruitful victor-mother! 
 O Liberty, whose conquering flag is never furled— 
 Thou bearest Him in whom is centred all the World. 


 




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by Wilde, Oscar
...ire, fear and pain,
Or nurture that wise calm which long ago
The grave Athenian master taught to men,
Self-poised, self-centred, and self-comforted,
To watch the world's vain phantasies go by with unbowed head.

Alas! that serene brow, those eloquent lips,
Those eyes that mirrored all eternity,
Rest in their own Colonos, an eclipse
Hath come on Wisdom, and Mnemosyne
Is childless; in the night which she had made
For lofty secure flight Athena's owl itself hath strayed....Read more of this...

by Thomas, Dylan
...y the channel wall.

(Death instrumental,
Splitting the long eye open, and the spiral turnkey,
Your corkscrew grave centred in navel and nipple,
The neck of the nostril,
Under the mask and the ether, they making bloody
The tray of knives, the antiseptic funeral;

Bring out the black patrol,
Your monstrous officers and the decaying army,
The sexton sentinel, garrisoned under thistles,
A cock-on-a-dunghill
Crowing to Lazarus the morning is vanity,
Dust be your saviour under...Read more of this...

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...its trust and truth, 
Seems never to thrive, in a world like this.

I lived for you, and you lived for me; 
All was centred in “Little Queen”; 
And never a thought in our hearts had we
That strife or trouble could come between, 
What utter sinking of self it was! 
How little we cared for the world of men! 
For love’s fair kingdom, and loves’ sweet laws, 
Were all of the world and life to us then.

But a love like ours was a challenge to fate; 
She rang down the curtai...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ar aloof
From envy, hate and pity, and spite and scorn, 
Live the great life which all our greatest fain 
Would follow, centred in eternal calm.

"Nay, if thou canst, 
Goddess, like ourselves
Touch, and be touch'd, then would I cry to thee
To kiss thy Mavors, roll thy tender arms
Round him, and keep him from the lust of blood
That makes a steaming slaughter-house of Rome.

"Ay, but I meant not thee; I meant riot her
Whom all the pines of Ida shook to see
Slide from th...Read more of this...



by Bronte, Anne
...rs, -­
To see those yearnings of the breast,
Pining to bless and to be blessed,
Drop withered, frozen one by one,
Till, centred in itself alone,
It wastes its blighted powers. 

Oh, I have known a wondrous joy
In early friendship's pure delight, -­
A genial bliss that could not cloy -­
My sun by day, my moon by night.
Absence, indeed, was sore distress,
And thought of death was anguish keen,
And there was cruel bitterness
When jarring discords rose between; 
And somet...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...115 
Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. 
But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song 
Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, 
Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong; 
Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil, 120 
Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, 
Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil; 
Till they perish and they suffer¡ªs...Read more of this...

by Petrarch, Francesco
.../A>It cares not what on earth may be their fate,Whose sun it was, where centred their sole gaze.Such terror, so perpetual warfare in,Changed from my former self, I live of lateAs one who midway doubts, and fears and strays. Macgregor....Read more of this...

by Petrarch, Francesco
...>As when in verdant leaf the dear boughs burstWhose roots have since so centred in my core,Another than myself is cherish'd more.Thus the two hours contrast, day's last and first:Reason it is who calms me to desire,And fear and hate who fiercer feed my fire. Macgregor....Read more of this...

by Petrarch, Francesco
.../SPAN>O wretched world, unstable, wayward! BlindWhose hopes in thee alone have centred been;In thee my heart was captived by her mienWho bore it with her when she earth rejoin'd:Her better spirit, now a deathless flower,And in the highest heaven that still shall be,Each day inflames me with its beauties more...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...r for another breakfast?” 

“But why forget the fortune of the worm,” 
I said, “if in the dryness you deplore
Salvation centred and endured? Your Norcross 
May have been one for many to have envied.” 

“Salvation? Fortune? Would the worm say that? 
He might; and therefore I dismiss the worm 
With all dry things but one. Figures away,
Do you begin to see this man a little? 
Do you begin to see him in the air, 
With all the vacant horrors of his outline 
For you to fill...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...al,
Another minute and I had entered,---
When the door opened, and more than mortal
Stood, with a face where to my mind centred
All beauties I ever saw or shall see,
The Duchess: I stopped as if struck by palsy.
She was so different, happy and beautiful,
I felt at once that all was best,
And that I had nothing to do, for the rest,
But wait her commands, obey and be dutiful.
Not that, in fact, there was any commanding;
I saw the glory of her eye,
And the brow's height ...Read more of this...

by Crane, Hart
...ge, equestrian, and pullman, 
And all unstingingly as to the moon. 

And Fifi's bows and poodle ease 
Whirl by them centred on the lap 
Of Lottie Honeydew, movie queen, 
Toward lawyers and Nevada. 

And how much more they cannot see! 
Alas, there is so little time, 
The world moves by so fast these days! 
Burrowing in silk is not their way -- 
And yet they know the tomahawk. 

Indeed, old memories come back to life; 
Pathetic yelps have sometimes greeted 
Noses pr...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...nge all that will,
     In archery to prove their skill.
     The Douglas bent a bow of might,—
     His first shaft centred in the white,
     And when in turn he shot again,
     His second split the first in twain.
     From the King's hand must Douglas take
     A silver dart, the archers' stake;
     Fondly he watched, with watery eye,
     Some answering glance of sympathy,—
     No kind emotion made reply!
     Indifferent as to archer wight,
     The monar...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...sands,
Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands.
But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song
Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong,
Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong;
Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil,
Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil,
Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil;
Till they perish and they suffer--some, 'tis whispe...Read more of this...

by Dyke, Henry Van
...nds and many a splendid town.
In him the glories of an ancient line
Of sober kings, who ruled by right divine,
Were centred; and to him with loyal awe
The people looked for leadership and law.
Ten thousand knights, the safeguard of the land,
Lay like a single sword within his hand;
A hundred courts, with power of life and death,
Proclaimed decrees justice by his breath;
And all the sacred growths that men had known
Of order and of rule upheld his throne.

Proud wa...Read more of this...

by Verhaeren, Emile
...shaded the long grass and the docile roses, you are for me in these black days a calm and steadfast sanctuary.
All is centred there: your fervour and your brightness and your movements assembling the flowers of your goodness; but all is drawn together closely in a deep peace against the sharp winds piercing the winter of the world.
My happiness keeps warm there within your folded arms; your pretty, artless words, in their gladness and familiarity, sing still with as great ...Read more of this...

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