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Famous Cower Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Yeats, William Butler
...they see
The icicles that famish all the North,
Where men lie frozen in the glimmering snow;
And in the flaming forests cower the lion
And lioness, with all their whimpering cubs;
And, ever pacing on the verge of things,
The phantom, Beauty, in a mist of tears;
While we alone have round us woven woods,
And feel the softness of each other's hand,
Amrita, while --

Anashuya [going away from him].
 Ah me! you love another,
 [Bursting into tears.]
And may some sudden drea...Read more of this...



by Wignesan, T
...ay be
Highly sharpened to a point much harsher
Our bodies nourrished by glory
Hell licks its lips and in ambush does cower
And with his dart Phoebus pierces us ever
The night cradling us through dreamy waste
Strewn with seeds of peach beds over.
We are the writers of good taste.

A good many of the best minds rally
Holding high Man’s standard: toffee-nosed scoffer
And Lemerre* retains with success poetry’s destiny.
More than one poet then helter-skelte...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...obe 
The eyed skin of a supple oncelot; 
And hath an ounce sleeker than youngling mole, 
A four-legged serpent he makes cower and couch, 
Now snarl, now hold its breath and mind his eye, 
And saith she is Miranda and my wife: 
'Keeps for his Ariel a tall pouch-bill crane 
He bids go wade for fish and straight disgorge; 
Also a sea-beast, lumpish, which he snared, 
Blinded the eyes of, and brought somewhat tame, 
And split its toe-webs, and now pens the drudge 
In a hole o' th...Read more of this...

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...d tone, 
Bespoke the leader, strong with conscious power, 
Whom following friends will bless, while foes will curse and cower.



XX.
Again they charge! and now among the killed
Lies Hamilton, his wish so soon fulfilled, 
Brave Elliott pursues across the field
The flying foe, his own young life to yield.
But like the leaves in some autumnal gale
The red men fall in Washita's wild vale.
Each painted face and black befeathered head
Still more repulsive seems wit...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...ck down from the shelf;
"At eight," said I, "I shoot myself."
It lacked a minute of the hour,
And as I waited all a-cower,
A skinful of black, boding pain,
Bits of my life came back again. . . .

"Mother, there's nothing more to eat --
Why don't you go out on the street?
Always you sit and cry and cry;
Here at my play I wonder why.
Mother, when you dress up at night,
Red are your cheeks, your eyes are bright;
Twining a ribband in your hair,
Kissing goo...Read more of this...



by Hugo, Victor
...igid corpse she lay. 
 
 The deep voice speaking from the visor's grate 
 Proceeded—while the two in abject state 
 Cowered low. Joss paled, by gloom and dread o'ercast, 
 And Zeno trembled like a yielding mast. 
 "You two who listen now must recollect 
 The compact all your fellow-men suspect. 
 'Tis this: 'I, Satan, god of darkened sphere, 
 The king of gloom and winds that bring things drear, 
 Alliance make with my two brothers dear, 
 The Emperor Sigismond and...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...Nature's universal scroll
Even to swooning, why ye, Divinities,
The first-born of all shap'd and palpable Gods,
Should cower beneath what, in comparison,
Is untremendous might. Yet ye are here,
O'erwhelm'd, and spurn'd, and batter'd, ye are here!
O Titans, shall I say 'Arise!'---Ye groan:
Shall I say 'Crouch!'---Ye groan. What can I then?
O Heaven wide! O unseen parent dear!
What can I? Tell me, all ye brethren Gods,
How we can war, how engine our great wrath!
O spea...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...owers that sprawl to the sky,
The crush and the rush and the roar.
I'm trapped like a fox and I fear for my pelt;
I cower in the crash and the glare;
Oh, I want to be back in the avalanche belt,
For I know that it's safer up there!

I'm scared of it all: Oh, afar I can hear
The voice of my solitudes call!
We're nothing but brute with a little veneer,
And nature is best after all.
There's tumult and terror abroad in the street;
There's menace and doom in the air;
I've ...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...which Camilla of old, the virgin brave, 
 Turnus and Nisus died in strife. His chase 
 He shall not cease, nor any cowering-place 
 Her fear shall find her, till he drive her back, 
 From city to city exiled, from wrack to wrack 
 Slain out of life, to find the native hell 
 Whence envy loosed her. 
 For thyself were
 well 
 To follow where I lead, and thou shalt see 
 The spirits in pain, and hear the hopeless woe, 
 The unending cries, of those whose only plea 
 Is...Read more of this...

by Duncan, Robert
...ells, jangling when I move.
She rides with her little falcon upon her wrist. 
She uses a barb that brings me to cower. 
She sends me abroad to try my wings 
and I come back to her. I would bring down 
the little birds to her
I may not tear into, I must bring back perfectly.

I tear at her wrist with my beak to draw blood, 
and her eye holds me, anguisht, terrifying. 
She draws a limit to my flight.
Never beyond my sight, she says.
She trains me...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...e stars are blurred; the silence grows and grows;
Vaster and vaster vaults the icy night.
Here in my sleeping-bag I cower and pray:
"Silence and night, have pity! stoop and slay."

I have not slept for many, many days.
I close my eyes with weariness -- that's all.
I still have strength to feed the drift-wood blaze,
That flickers weirdly on the icy wall.
I still have strength to pray: "God rest her soul,
Here in the awful shadow of the Pole."

There in ...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...
 Hither they return no more. 
 Clanking chains and sounds of woe 
 Fill the forests as they go; 
 And the tall oaks cower low, 
 Bent their flaming light before. 
 
 On! on! the storm of wings 
 Bears far the fiery fear, 
 Till scarce the breeze now brings 
 Dim murmurings to the ear; 
 Like locusts' humming hail, 
 Or thrash of tiny flail 
 Plied by the fitful gale 
 On some old roof-tree sere. 
 
 Fainter now are bornen's m Feeble mutterings still; mail As w...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...you, surprise them— 
They grudge you should learn
How the soft plains they look on, lean over,
And love (they pretend)
-Cower beneath them; the flat sea-pine crouches
The wild fruit-trees bend,
E'en the myrtle-leaves curl, shrink and shut— 
All is silent and grave— 
'Tis a sensual and timorous beauty— 
How fair, but a slave!
So, I turned to the sea,—and there slumbered
As greenly as ever
Those isles of the siren, your Galli;
No ages can sever
The Three, nor enable their siste...Read more of this...

by de la Mare, Walter
...birds 
Are glancing at Love! 
From out their shade of leaf and flower, 
Trembling at treacheries 
Which even in noonday cower. 
Heed, heed not what I said 
Of frenzied hosts of men, 
More fools than I, 
On envy, hatred fed, 
Who kill, and die -- 
Spake I not plainly, then? 
Yet Pity whispered, "Why?" 

Thou silly thing, off to thy daisies go. 
Mine was not news for child to know, 
And Death -- no ears hath. He hath supped where creep 
Eyeless worms in hush of slee...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...ngles where obscenely planned
Prowl monsters of primaeval lore;
With primal fear our lives are fraught,
And cravenly we cower behind
The silences of secret thought,
The murky mazes of the Mind....Read more of this...

by Crowley, Aleister
...[Dedicated to K.M.Ward]


"I will arise and go unto my father"

MALKUTH

Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe.
Only ablove me is a citron tinge
As if some echo of red, gold and lue
Chimed on the night and let its shadow through.
Yet I who am thus prisoned and exiled
Am the right heir of glory, the crowned child.

I match my might against my Fate's
I gird myself to reach the ultimate shores,
I arm myself the war to win:-
Lift up your heads...Read more of this...

by Masters, Edgar Lee
...
Devour our substance, wreck our banks and drain
Our little hoards for hazards on the price
Of wheat or pork, or yet to cower beneath
The shadow of a spire upreared to curb
A breed of lackeys and to serve the bank
Coadjutor in greed, that is the question.
Shall we have music and the jocund dance,
Or tolling bells? Or shall young romance roam
These hills about the river, flowering now
To April's tears, or shall they sit at home,
Or play croquet where Thomas Rhodes may see,...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...y man with me again.

They talk to us of pride and power,
Of Empire vast beyond the sea;
As here beside my hearth I cower,
What mean such words as these to me?
Oh, will they lift the clouds that low'r,
Or light my load in years to be?

What matters it to us poor folk?
Who win or lose, it's we who pay.
Oh, I would laugh beneath the yoke
If I had him at home to-day;
One's home before one's country comes:
Aye, so a million women say.

"Hush, Annie dear, don't sorrow ...Read more of this...

by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang
...A trembling fills each dark vault there,

When Christ to Hell is seen to come.
She snarls with rage, but needs must cower
Before our mighty hero's power;

He signs--and Hell is straightway dumb.
Before his voice the thunders break,

On high His victor-banner blows;
E'en angels at His fury quake,

When Christ to the dread judgment goes.

Now speaks He, and His voice is thunder,
He speaks, the rocks are rent in sunder,

His breath is like devouring flames.
Thus ...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...our life,
For over sandbag rims you see 'em fire,
 Crop-headed chaps, their eyes ablaze with strife.
You crawl, you cower; then once again you plunge
 With all your comrades roaring at your heels.
Have at 'em lads! You stab, you jab, you lunge;
 A blaze of glory, then the red world reels.
A crash of triumph, then . . . you're faint a bit . . .
 That cursed puttee! Now to fasten it. . . .

Well, that's the charge. And now...Read more of this...

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