Famous Collier Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Collier poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous collier poems. These examples illustrate what a famous collier poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...a Cockpen right saucy witha’?
And was na Cockpen right saucy witha’?
In leaving the daughter of a lord,
And kissin’ a collier lassie an’ a’!
O never look down, my lassie, at a’,
O never look down, my lassie, at a’,
Thy lips are as sweet, and thy figure complete,
As the finest dame in castle or ha’.
Tho’ thou has nae silk, and holland sae sma’,
Tho’ thou has nae silk, and holland sae sma’,
Thy coat and thy sark are thy ain handiwark,
And lady Jean was never sae bra...Read more of this...
by
Burns, Robert
...WHARE live ye, my bonie lass?
And tell me what they ca’ ye;
My name, she says, is mistress Jean,
And I follow the Collier laddie.
My name, she says, &c.
See you not yon hills and dales
The sun shines on sae brawlie;
They a’ are mine, and they shall be thine,
Gin ye’ll leave your Collier laddie.
They a’ are mine, &c.
Ye shall gang in gay attire,
Weel buskit up sae gaudy;
And ane to wait on every hand,
Gin ye’ll leave your Collier laddie.
And ane to wait, &c.
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by
Burns, Robert
...le d?sespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Une forme tr?s petite, d?limit?e par un
bijou de cheveux. C'est le d?sespoir. Un collier de perles pour lequel on ne saurait
trouver de fermoir et dont l'existence ne tient pas m?me ? un fil, voil? le d?sespoir.
Le reste, nous n'en parlons pas. Nous n'avons pas fini de des?sp?rer, si nous
commen?ons. Moi je d?sesp?re de l'abat-jour vers quatre heures, je d?sesp?re de
l'?ventail vers minuit, je d?sesp?re de la cigarette des condamn?s. Je ...Read more of this...
by
Breton, Andre
...st wail of an infant,
And my mother singing to herself,
And the first tenor singing of the passionate throat of a young collier, who has long since drunk himself to death,
The first elements of foreign speech
On wild dark lips.
And more than all these,
And less than all these,
This last,
Strange, faint coition yell
Of the male tortoise at extremity,
Tiny from under the very edge of the farthest far-off horizon of life.
The cross,
The wheel on which our silence first is brok...Read more of this...
by
Lawrence, D. H.
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