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Famous Coming Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whitman, Walt
...agriculture, mines, temperature, the gestation of new States, 
Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly coming up from the uttermost
 parts; 
Surrounding the noble character of mechanics and farmers, especially the young men, 
Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships—the gait they have of persons
 who
 never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors, 
The freshness and candor of their physiognomy, the copiousness and decision of their
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by Wilde, Oscar
...I were that laughing shepherd boy
Who from Mount Ida saw the little cloud
Pass over Tenedos and lofty Troy
And knew the coming of the Queen, and bowed
In wonder at her feet, not for the sake
Of a new Helen would I bid her hand the apple take.

Then rise supreme Athena argent-limbed!
And, if my lips be musicless, inspire
At least my life: was not thy glory hymned
By One who gave to thee his sword and lyre
Like AEschylos at well-fought Marathon,
And died to show that Milton...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...stream, and there 
 Flatten themselves upon its bouldered bed, 
 I saw a thousand ruined spirits that fled 
 Before the coming of One who held his way 
 Dry-shod across the water. 
 His
 left hand 
 He waved before him, and the stagnant air 
 Retreated. Simple it were to understand 
 A Messenger of Heaven he came. My guide 
 Signed me to silence, and to reverence due, 
 While to one stroke of his indignant wand 
 The gate swung open. "Outcast spawn!" he cried,...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...etofore he fill'd the passing hours, 
Nor less he smiles, nor more his forehead lours 
Than these were wont; and if the coming night 
Appear'd less welcome now to Lara's sight, 
He to his marvelling vassals shew'd it not, 
Whose shuddering proved /their/ fear was less forgot. 
In trembling pairs (alone they dared not) crawl 
The astonish'd slaves, and shun the fated hall; 
The waving banner, and the clapping door; 
The rustling tapestry, and the echoing floor; 
The long d...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...after a maple tree.
Your mother named you. You and she just saw
Each other in passing in the room upstairs,
One coming this way into life, and one
Going the other out of life—you know?
So you can't have much recollection of her.
She had been having a long look at you.
She put her finger in your cheek so hard
It must have made your dimple there, and said,
'Maple.' I said it too: 'Yes, for her name.'
She nodded. So we're sure there's no mistake.
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by Wilde, Oscar
...hic Mitylene
Shall bind thy brows; the myrtle blooms for thee,
In hidden glades by lonely Castaly;
The laurels wait thy coming: all are thine,
And round thy head one perfect wreath will twine.


V.


The pine-tops rocked before the evening breeze
With the hoarse murmur of the wintry seas,
And the tall stems were streaked with amber bright; -
I wandered through the wood in wild delight,
Some startled bird, with fluttering wings and fleet,
Made snow of all the blossoms;...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...They kept their heads and took their time to it
Like darlings, both of them. They’re in the barn.—
My dear, I’m coming just the same. I didn’t
Call you to ask you to invite me home.—”
He lingered for some word she wouldn’t say,
Said it at last himself, “Good-night,” and then,
Getting no answer, closed the telephone.
The three stood in the lamplight round the table
With lowered eyes a moment till he said,
“I’ll just see how the horses are.”

“Yes, do,”
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by Whitman, Walt
...on with my face turn’d up to the clouds, 
My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle:
Coming home with the silent and dark-cheek’d bush-boy—(behind me he
 rides at the drape of the day;) 
Far from the settlements, studying the print of animals’ feet, or the
 moccasin print; 
By the cot in the hospital, reaching lemonade to a feverish patient; 
Nigh the coffin’d corpse when all is still, examining with a candle: 
Voyaging to every port, ...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne
...body, by this soul, shall be assum'd;
5.103 And I shall see with these same very eyes
5.104 My strong Redeemer coming in the skies.
5.105 Triumph I shall, o're Sin, o're Death, o're Hell,
5.106 And in that hope, I bid you all farewell....Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...he night;
I dwell beside thee when he walks the height,
And fondly toward thee at his setting gaze.
I wait upon thy coming, but always--
Dancing to meet my thoughts if they invite--
Thou hast outrun their longing with delight,
And in my solitude dost mock my praise. 
Now doth my drop of time transcend the whole:
I see no fame in Khufu's pyramid,
No history where loveless Nile doth roll.
--This is eternal life, which doth forbid
Mortal detraction to the exalted sou...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...hought, `It is not Arthur's use 
To hunt by moonlight;' and the slender sound 
As from a distance beyond distance grew 
Coming upon me--O never harp nor horn, 
Nor aught we blow with breath, or touch with hand, 
Was like that music as it came; and then 
Streamed through my cell a cold and silver beam, 
And down the long beam stole the Holy Grail, 
Rose-red with beatings in it, as if alive, 
Till all the white walls of my cell were dyed 
With rosy colours leaping on the wall; ...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...nbsp; Your pony's worth his weight in gold,  Then calm your terrors, Betty Foy!  She's coming from among the trees,  And now all full in view she sees  Him whom she loves, her idiot boy.   And Betty sees the pony too:  Why stand you thus Good Betty Foy?  It is no goblin, 'tis no ghost,  'Tis he whom you so long have lost,  He whom you love,...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...was Hippolyta,
The faire hardy queen of Scythia;
And of the feast that was at her wedding
And of the tempest at her homecoming.
But all these things I must as now forbear.
I have, God wot, a large field to ear* *plough;
And weake be the oxen in my plough;
The remnant of my tale is long enow.
I will not *letten eke none of this rout*. *hinder any of
Let every fellow tell his tale about, this company*
And let see now who shall the supper win.
There *as I ...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...that woman dread:
He heard once more the words she said. 

He left her, and he turned aside:
He sat and watched the coming tide
Across the shores so newly dried. 

He wondered at the waters clear,
The breeze that whispered in his ear,
The billows heaving far and near, 

And why he had so long preferred
To hang upon her every word:
"In truth," he said, "it was absurd." 


The Third Voice 


NOT long this transport held its place:
Within a little moment's space
Quic...Read more of this...

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...night
Her white shell trembles amid crimson air
And whilst the sleeping tempest gathers might
Doth, as a herald of its coming, bear
The ghost of her dead Mother, whose dim form
Bends in dark ether from her infant's chair,
So came a chariot on the silent storm
Of its own rushing splendour, and a Shape
So sate within as one whom years deform
Beneath a dusky hood & double cape
Crouching within the shadow of a tomb,
And o'er what seemed the head, a cloud like crape,
Was bent a d...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...e to fold 
Such trash below your wing, Asmodeus dear: 
We had the poor wretch safe (without being bored 
With carriage) coming of his own accord. 

LXXXIX 

'But since he's here, let's see what he has done.' 
'Done!' cried Asmodeus, 'he anticipates 
The very business you are now upon, 
And scribbles as if head clerk to the Fates, 
Who knows to what his ribaldry may run, 
When such an ass as this, like Balaam's, prates?' 
'Let's hear,' quoth Michael, 'what he has to sa...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...inter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He sai...Read more of this...

by Miller, Alice Duer
...the face 
Of some proud man relaxed his haughty stare, 
And smiled upon us with a sudden grace, 
Flattering because its coming is so rare. 

VII 
The English are frosty 
When you're no kith or kin 
Of theirs, but how they alter 
When once they take you in! 
The kindest, the truest, 
The best friends ever known, 
It's hard to remember 
How they froze you to a bone. 
They showed me all London, 
Johnnie and his friends; 
They took me to the country
For long week-ends;
I ...Read more of this...

by Plath, Sylvia
...d showers of gold--conceptions, conceptions!
I remember a white, cold wing

And the great swan, with its terrible look,
Coming at me, like a castle, from the top of the river.
There is a snake in swans.
He glided by; his eye had a black meaning.
I saw the world in it--small, mean and black,
Every little word hooked to every little word, and act to act.
A hot blue day had budded into something.

I wasn't ready. The white clouds rearing
Aside were draggi...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna
...a reason I'm sad since the time
You appeared before my eyes.
Sharp are black angels' wings,
The last judgment is coming soon,
And raspberry fires, like roses,
In the white snow bloom.



x x x

I do not count mortal days
Under the roof of a chilled empty building,
I'm reading the Apostles' words,
Words of Psalm-singer I am reading.
Sleet is fluffy, and stars turn blue,
And more marvelous is each meeting --
And in the Bible a leaf
On Song of Son...Read more of this...

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