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Famous Cooed Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by St Vincent Millay, Edna
...no more
And a black reward for a roaring life,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of strangers),
Tidy and cursed in my dove cooed room
I lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw--
For, oh, my soul found a sunday wife
In the coal black sky and she bore angels!
Harpies around me out of her womb!
Chastity prays for me, piety sings,
Innocence sweetens my last black breath,
Modesty hides my thighs in her wings,
And all the deadly virtues plague my death!...Read more of this...



by Service, Robert William
...was blue,
Then sought herself to find the clue,
And when I saw her next 'twas through
 A leafy screening;
"Come on, she cooed, "and join me here;
You'll take me to the Savoy, dear,
And Heidsieck shall our spirits cheer."
 I got her meaning.

And yet I sought her everywhere;
I hurried here, I scurried there,
I took each likely lane, I swar,
 As I surmised it:
The suddenly I saw once more,
Confronting me, the exit door,
And I was dashing through before
 I realized it.Read more of this...

by Heaney, Seamus
...father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride--
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble,"
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stan...Read more of this...

by Mansfield, Katherine
...moon danced over a tree.
"Wouldn't it be lovely to swim in the lake!"
Someone whispered to me.

"Oh, do-do-do!" cooed someone else,
And clasped her hands to her chin.
"I should so love to see the white bodies--
All the white bodies jump in!"

The big dark house hid secretly
Behind the magnolia and the spreading pear-tree;
But there was a sound of music--music rippled and ran
Like a lady laughing behind her fan,
Laughing and mocking and running away...
...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...e cave that Naiad maid
Who for such piping listens half in joy and half afraid.

A moment more, the waking dove had cooed,
The silver daughter of the silver sea
With the fond gyves of clinging hands had wooed
Her wanton from the chase, and Dryope
Had thrust aside the branches of her oak
To see the lusty gold-haired lad rein in his snorting yoke.

A moment more, the trees had stooped to kiss
Pale Daphne just awakening from the swoon
Of tremulous laurels, lonely Salmaci...Read more of this...



by Kipling, Rudyard
...flame of the palace old--
To save their honour from Moslem shame.
 And the dove--the dove--oh, the homing dove,
She cooed to her young where the smoke-cloud rolled!


The Rajah of Dacca rode far and fleet,
 Followed as fast as a horse could fly,
He came and the palace was black at his feet;
 And the dove--the dove--the homing dove,
Circled alone in the stainless sky.


So the dove flew to the Rajah's tower--
 Fled from the slaughter of Moslem kings;
So the thorns cove...Read more of this...

by Tagore, Rabindranath
...my balcony when you went away.
Fitful gusts came winnowing
through the smells of may distant
fields.
The doves cooed tireless in the shade,
and a bee strayed in my room hum-
ming the news of many distant fields.
The village slept in the noonday
heat. The road lay deserted.
In sudden fits the rustling of the
leaves rose and died.
I gazed at the sky and wove in the 
blue the letters of a name I had known,
while the village slept in the noonday
heat....Read more of this...

by Lanier, Sidney
...blown from distant buds,
Until the land seemed a mere dream of land,
And, in this dream-field Life sat like a dove
And cooed across unto her dove-mate Death,
Brooding, pathetic, by a river, lone.
Oh, sharper tangs pierced through this perfumed May.
Strange aches sailed by with odors on the wind
As when we kneel in flowers that grow on graves
Of friends who died unworthy of our love.
King John of France was proving such an ache
In English prisons wide and fair and...Read more of this...

by Tagore, Rabindranath
...t on the way. 
We quickened our pace more and more as the time sped by. 

The sun rose to the mid sky and doves cooed in the shade. 
Withered leaves danced and whirled in the hot air of noon. 
The shepherd boy drowsed and dreamed in the shadow of the banyan tree, 
and I laid myself down by the water 
and stretched my tired limbs on the grass. 

My companions laughed at me in scorn; 
they held their heads high and hurried on; 
they never looked back nor res...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...wn her revelry:
     The blackbird and the speckled thrush
     Good-morrow gave from brake and bush;
     In answer cooed the cushat dove
     Her notes of peace and rest and love.
     III.

     No thought of peace, no thought of rest,
     Assuaged the storm in Roderick's breast.
     With sheathed broadsword in his hand,
     Abrupt he paced the islet strand,
     And eyed the rising sun, and laid
     His hand on his impatient blade.
     Beneath a rock, hi...Read more of this...

by Hardy, Thomas
...n 
Are lit the last upon the lawn. 
 Cart off the tree 
 Beneath whose trunk sat we! 

III 

Yes, there we sat: she cooed content, 
And bats ringed round, and daylight went; 
The gnarl, our seat, is wrenched and sunk, 
Prone that ***** pocket in the trunk 
 Where lay the key 
 To her pale mystery. 

IV 

"Years back, within this pocket-hole 
I found, my Love, a hurried scrawl 
Meant not for me," at length said I; 
"I glanced thereat, and let it lie: 
 The words were t...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...ped the bluebird, the Owaissa,
On the summit of the lodges
Sang the robin, the Opechee,
In the covert of the pine-trees
Cooed the pigeon, the Omemee;
And the sorrowing Hiawatha,
Speechless in his infinite sorrow,
Heard their voices calling to him,
Went forth from his gloomy doorway,
Stood and gazed into the heaven,
Gazed upon the earth and waters.
From his wanderings far to eastward,
From the regions of the morning,
From the shining land of Wabun,
Homeward now returned Ia...Read more of this...

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