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Famous Cornice Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Hardy, Thomas
...beset that domicile; 
The stately beauties of its roof and wall 
Passed into sordid hands. Condemned to fall 
 Were cornice, quoin, and cove, 
And all that art had wove in antique style. 

III 

Among the hired dismantlers entered there 
One till the moment of his task untold. 
When charged therewith he gazed, and answered bold: 
 "Be needy I or no, 
I will not help lay low a house so fair! 

IV 

"Hunger is hard. But since the terms be such - 
No wage, or lab...Read more of this...



by Poe, Edgar Allan
...h eyes have seen
The dimness of this world: that greyish green
That Nature loves the best Beauty's grave
Lurk'd in each cornice, round each architrave-
And every sculptur'd cherub thereabout
That from his marble dwelling peered out,
Seem'd earthly in the shadow of his niche-
Achaian statues in a world so rich!
Friezes from Tadmor and Persepolis-
From Balbec, and the stilly, clear abyss
Of beautiful Gomorrah! O, the wave
Is now upon thee- but too late to save!

Sound loves to ...Read more of this...

by Dickinson, Emily
...y Tulle-- 

We paused before a House that seemed 
A Swelling of the Ground-- 
The Roof was scarcely visible-- 
The Cornice--in the Ground-- 

Since then--'tis Centuries--and yet 
Feels shorter than the Day 
I first surmised the Horses' Heads 
Were toward Eternity-- ...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...soul knows how,
``The earthly gift to an end divine?
``A lady of clay is as good, I trow.''

But long ere Robbia's cornice, fine,
With flowers and fruits which leaves enlace,
Was set where now is the empty shrine---

(And, leaning out of a bright blue space,
As a ghost might lean from a chink of sky,
The passionate pale lady's face---

Eyeing ever, with earnest eye
And quick-turned neck at its breathless stretch,
Some one who ever is passing by---)

The Duke had sighed l...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...er dress 
Wept from her sides as water flowing away; 
But like the cross her great and goodly arms 
Stretched under the cornice and upheld: 
And drops of water fell from either hand; 
And down from one a sword was hung, from one 
A censer, either worn with wind and storm; 
And o'er her breast floated the sacred fish; 
And in the space to left of her, and right, 
Were Arthur's wars in weird devices done, 
New things and old co-twisted, as if Time 
Were nothing, so inveterately...Read more of this...



by Walcott, Derek
...nt cry
of "Onward, Christian Soldiers," into pews
half-empty still, or like a glass, half-full.
Pinning itself to a cornice, a gull
hangs like a medal from the serge-blue sky.

Are these boats all? Is the blue water all?
The rocks surpliced with lace where they are moored,
dinghy, catamaran, and racing yawl,
nodding to the ground swell of "Praise the Lord"?
Wesley and Watts, their evangelical light
lanced down the mine shafts to our chapel pew,
its beam gritted with m...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...nd her,
Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,— 
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.

II

Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune— 
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see,—with such suites ...Read more of this...

by Bishop, Elizabeth
...!
 From the window I see

an immense city, carefully revealed,
made delicate by over-workmanship,
 detail upon detail,
 cornice upon facade,

reaching up so languidly up into
a weak white sky, it seems to waver there.
 (Where it has slowly grown
 in skies of water-glass

from fused beads of iron and copper crystals,
the little chemical "garden" in a jar
 trembles and stands again,
 pale blue, blue-green, and brick.)

The sparrows hurriedly begin their play.
Then, ...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...tel de Ville illumine.") 
 
 {VI., May, 1833.} 


 Behold the ball-room flashing on the sight, 
 From step to cornice one grand glare of light; 
 The noise of mirth and revelry resounds, 
 Like fairy melody on haunted grounds. 
 But who demands this profuse, wanton glee, 
 These shouts prolonged and wild festivity— 
 Not sure our city—web, more woe than bliss, 
 In any hour, requiring aught but this! 
 
 Deaf is the ear of all that jewelled crowd 
 To sorro...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...like a temple, where pilasters round 
Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid 
With golden architrave; nor did there want 
Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven; 
The roof was fretted gold. Not Babylon 
Nor great Alcairo such magnificence 
Equalled in all their glories, to enshrine 
Belus or Serapis their gods, or seat 
Their kings, when Egypt with Assyria strove 
In wealth and luxury. Th' ascending pile 
Stood fixed her stately height, and straight the doors, ...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...endless sky sad Eternity
sunlight gazing on the world, apartments of Harlem standing in the 
 universe--
each brick and cornice stained with intelligence like a vast living face--
the great brain unfolding and brooding in wilderness!--Now speaking 
 aloud with Blake's voice--
Love! thou patient presence & bone of the body! Father! thy careful 
 watching and waiting over my soul!
My son! My son! the endless ages have remembered me! My son! My son!
 Time howled in anguish in my...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...be in tre volte un corpo umano;
 e quanto l'occhio mio potea trar d'ale,
or dal sinistro e or dal destro fianco,
questa cornice mi parea cotale.
 Là sù non eran mossi i piè nostri anco,
quand'io conobbi quella ripa intorno
che dritto di salita aveva manco,
 esser di marmo candido e addorno
d'intagli sì, che non pur Policleto,
ma la natura lì avrebbe scorno.
 L'angel che venne in terra col decreto
de la molt'anni lagrimata pace,
ch'aperse il ciel del suo lungo divieto,...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...rail, prop, wainscot, jamb, lath, panel, gable, 
Citadel, ceiling, saloon, academy, organ, exhibition-house, library, 
Cornice, trellis, pilaster, balcony, window, shutter, turret, porch, 
Hoe, rake, pitch-fork, pencil, wagon, staff, saw, jack-plane, mallet, wedge, rounce, 
Chair, tub, hoop, table, wicket, vane, sash, floor,
Work-box, chest, string’d instrument, boat, frame, and what not, 
Capitols of States, and capitol of the nation of States, 
Long stately rows in avenues...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...e,
 Were glowing to receive a thousand guests:
 The carved angels, ever eager-eyed,
 Star'd, where upon their heads the cornice rests,
With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.

 At length burst in the argent revelry,
 With plume, tiara, and all rich array,
 Numerous as shadows haunting faerily
 The brain, new stuff'd, in youth, with triumphs gay
 Of old romance. These let us wish away,
 And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there,
 Whose heart ...Read more of this...

by Herrick, Robert
...r>
Then in a round, is placed by these
His golden god, Cantharides.
So that where'er ye look, ye see
No capital, no cornice free,
Or frieze, from this fine frippery.
Now this the Fairies would have known,
Theirs is a mixt religion:
And some have heard the elves it call
Part Pagan, part Papistical.
If unto me all tongues were granted,
I could not speak the saints here painted.
Saint Tit, Saint Nit, Saint Is, Saint Itis,
Who 'gainst Mab's state placed here right...Read more of this...

by Moore, Marianne
...

All
external
 marks of abuse are present on this
 defiant edifice—
 all the physical features of

ac-
cident—lack
 of cornice, dynamite grooves, burns, and
 hatchet strokes, these things stand
 out on it; the chasm-side is

dead.
Repeated
 evidence ahs proved that it can live
 on what can not revive
 its youth. The sea grows old in it....Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...he soul knows how, 
The earthly gift to an end divine? 
A lady of clay is as good, I trow." 

But long ere Robbia's cornice, fine, 
With flowers and fruits which leaves enlace, 
Was set where now is the empty shrine -- 

(And, leaning out of a bright blue space, 
As a ghost might lean from a chink of sky, 
The passionate pale lady's face -- 
Eyeing ever, with earnest eye 

And quick-turned neck at its breathless stretch, 
Some one who ever is passing by --) 
The Duke had ...Read more of this...

by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang
...njoyments,
And, like a mother, all thy children dear,
Blessest with that sweet heritage,--a home
The swallow builds the cornice round,
Unconscious of the beauties
She plasters up.
The caterpillar spins around the bough,
To make her brood a winter house;
And thou dost patch, between antiquity's
Most glorious relics,
For thy mean use,
Oh man, a humble cot,--
Enjoyest e'en mid tombs!--
Farewell, thou happy woman!

WOMAN.

Thou wilt not stay, then?

WANDERER.

May God...Read more of this...

by Dyke, Henry Van
...ll,
Over the grave of the summer hours
Spreading a silver pall.
Now they are building the broad roof ledge, 
Into a cornice smooth and fair,
Moulding the terrace, from edge to edge, 
Into the sweep of a marble stair. 
Wonderful workers, swift and dumb, 
Numberless myriads, still they come, 
Thronging ever faster, faster, faster!
Where is their queen? Who is their master? 
The gardens are faded, the fields are frore, 
How will they fare in a world so bleak? 
Where is t...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...ar this lady with the white hands is brought to the west room second floor of a famous sanatorium.
Her husband is a cornice manufacturer in an Iowa town and the lady has often read papers on Victorian poets before the local literary club.
Yesterday she washed her hands forty seven times during her waking hours and in her sleep moaned restlessly attempting to clean imaginary soiled spots off her hands.
Now the head physician touches his chin with a crooked forefing...Read more of this...

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