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Famous Crimes Poems by Famous Poets

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by Pope, Alexander
...n Noble Minds some Dregs remain,
Not yet purg'd off, of Spleen and sow'r Disdain,
Discharge that Rage on more Provoking Crimes,
Nor fear a Dearth in these Flagitious Times.
No Pardon vile Obscenity should find,
Tho' Wit and Art conspire to move your Mind;
But Dulness with Obscenity must prove
As Shameful sure as Importance in Love.
In the fat Age of Pleasure, Wealth, and Ease,
Sprung the rank Weed, and thriv'd with large Increase;
When Love was all an easie Monarch's ...Read more of this...



by Whitman, Walt
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O I see now, flashing, that this America is only you and me, 
Its power, weapons, testimony, are you and me, 
Its crimes, lies, thefts, defections, slavery, are you and me,
Its Congress is you and me—the officers, capitols, armies, ships, are you and me, 
Its endless gestations of new States are you and me, 
The war—that war so bloody and grim—the war I will henceforth forget—was
 you and
 me, 
Natural and artificial are you and me, 
Freedom, language, poems, employment...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...here,
And a stray sheep drinks at the pond at times;
The place is silent and aware;
It has had its scenes, its joys and crimes,
But that is its own affair.

XXI.

My perfect wife, my Leonor,
Oh heart, my own, oh eyes, mine too,
Whom else could I dare look backward for,
With whom beside should I dare pursue
The path grey heads abhor?

XXII.

For it leads to a crag's sheer edge with them;
Youth, flowery all the way, there stops---
Not they; age threatens and they co...Read more of this...

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...eled brow, 
Be brave, my Muse, and darker truths avow.
Let Justice ask a preface to thy songs, 
Before the Indian's crimes declare his wrongs; 
Before effects, wherein all horrors blend, 
Declare the shameful cause, precursor of the end.

VIII.

When first this soil the great Columbus trod, 
He was less like the image of his God
Than those ingenuous souls, unspoiled by art, 
Who lived so near to Mother Nature's heart; 
Those simple children of the wood and wave, 
...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...e with flashing eyes, 
 And art thou Satan come to us surprise?" 
 "Much less am I and yet much more. 
 Oh, kings of crimes and plots! your day is o'er, 
 But I your lives will only take to-day; 
 Beneath the talons black your souls let stay 
 To wrestle still." 
 
 The pair looked stupefied 
 And crushed. Exchanging looks 'twas Zeno cried, 
 Speaking to Joss, "Now who—who can it be?" 
 Joss stammered, "Yes, no refuge can I see; 
 The doom is on us. But oh, spectr...Read more of this...



by Bryant, William Cullen
...thine accusers?--Who?
The living!--they who never felt thy power,
And know thee not. The curses of the wretch
Whose crimes are ripe, his sufferings when thy hand
Is on him, and the hour he dreads is come,
Are writ among thy praises. But the good--
Does he whom thy kind hand dismissed to peace,
Upbraid the gentle violence that took off
His fetters, and unbarred his prison cell?
Raise then the Hymn to Death. Deliverer!
God hath anointed thee to free the oppressed
An...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...ll 
 Their lives continue." 
 "Cast in hells
 more low 
 Than yet thou hast invaded, deep they lie, 
 For different crimes from ours, and shouldst thou go 
 So far, thou well mayst see them. If thou tread 
 Again the sweet light land, and overhead 
 Converse with those I knew there, then recall, 
 I pray, my memory to my friends of yore. 
 But ask no further, for I speak no more." 

 Thereon his eyes, that straight had gazed before 
 Squinted and failed, and s...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...o be itself, what dungeon climes
Could keep him off so long? They spake a tale
Time after time, to quiet her. Their crimes
Came on them, like a smoke from Hinnom's vale;
And every night in dreams they groan'd aloud,
To see their sister in her snowy shroud.

XXXIV.
And she had died in drowsy ignorance,
But for a thing more deadly dark than all;
It came like a fierce potion, drunk by chance,
Which saves a sick man from the feather'd pall
For some few gasping moments...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...is high shadow shot along the wall; 
There were the painted forms of other times, 
'Twas all they left of virtues or of crimes, 
Save vague tradition; and the gloomy vaults 
That hid their dust, their foibles, and their faults; 
And half a column of the pompous page, 
That speeds the specious tale from age to age: 
When history's pen its praise or blame supplies, 
And lies like truth, and still most truly lies. 
He wandering mused, and as the moonbeam shone 
Through the d...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...tching in shady smoke prodigious tools? 
'Twill serve this race of drunkards, pimps and fools. 
But if to match our crimes thy skill presumes, 
As th' Indians, draw our luxury in plumes. 
Or if to score out our compendious fame, 
With Hooke, then, through the microscope take aim, 
Where, like the new Comptroller, all men laugh 
To see a tall louse brandish the white staff. 
Else shalt thou oft thy guiltless pencil curse, 
Stamp on thy palette, not perhaps the wors...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...aught to fire a gun:
Taught, I say, to splinter
Salmon in the winter -
Merely for the fun.

Little Birds are hiding
Crimes in carpet-bags,
Blessed by happy stags:
Blessed, I say, though beaten -
Since our friends are eaten
When the memory flags.

Little Birds are tasting
Gratitude and gold,
Pale with sudden cold:
Pale, I say, and wrinkled -
When the bells have tinkled,
And the Tale is told....Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...at the will 
And high permission of all-ruling Heaven 
Left him at large to his own dark designs, 
That with reiterated crimes he might 
Heap on himself damnation, while he sought 
Evil to others, and enraged might see 
How all his malice served but to bring forth 
Infinite goodness, grace, and mercy, shewn 
On Man by him seduced, but on himself 
Treble confusion, wrath, and vengeance poured. 
 Forthwith upright he rears from off the pool 
His mighty stature; on each hand...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...
 women. 
Over that which hinder’d them—over that which retarded—passing impediments large or small,

Committers of crimes, committers of many beautiful virtues, 
Enjoyers of calms of seas, and storms of seas, 
Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land,
Habitués of many distant countries, habitués of far-distant dwellings, 
Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, solitary toilers, 
Pausers and contemplators of tufts, blossoms, shells of the shore, 
Da...Read more of this...

by Masefield, John
...ve. 
Death by and by, but first I'll live. 
The world owes me my time of times, 
And that time's coming now, by crimes." 

A madness took me then. I felt 
I'd like to hit the world a belt. 
I felt that I could fly through air, 
A screaming star with blazing hair, 
A rushing comet, crackling, numbing 
The folk with fear of judgment coming, 
A 'Lijah in a fiery car, 
Coming to tell folk what they are. 
"That's what I'll do," I shouted loud. 
"I'll te...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...r want of sense--
 (We are all of us weak at times):
But the slightest approach to a false pretence
 Was never among my crimes!

"I said it in Hebrew--I said it in Dutch--
 I said it in German and Greek:
But I wholly forgot (and it vexes me much)
 That English is what you speak!"

"'Tis a pitiful tale," said the Bellman, whose face
 Had grown longer at every word:
"But, now that you've stated the whole of your case,
 More debate would be simply absurd.

"The rest of my sp...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...aders lost
     Will soon dissolve the mountain host,
     Nor would we that the vulgar feel,
     For their Chief's crimes, avenging steel.
     Bear Mar our message, Braco, fly!'
     He turned his steed,—'My liege, I hie,
     Yet ere I cross this lily lawn
     I fear the broadswords will be drawn.'
     The turf the flying courser spurned,
     And to his towers the King returned.
     XXXIII.

     Ill with King James's mood that day
     Suited gay feast a...Read more of this...

by Dryden, John
...mbination less, 
Too plain to evade, too shameful to confess? 
But treason is not owned when 'tis descried; 
Successful crimes alone are justified. 
The men who no consiracy would find, 
Who doubts but, had it taken, they had joined? 
Joined in a mutual covenant of defence, 
At first without, at last against their Prince? 
If sovereign right by sovereign power they scan, 
The same bold maxim holds in God and man: 
God were not safe; his thunder could they shun, 
He should...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...etrate a pun. 

"The man that smokes - that reads the TIMES -
That goes to Christmas Pantomimes -
Is capable of ANY crimes!" 

He felt it was his turn to speak,
And, with a shamed and crimson cheek,
Moaned "This is harder than Bezique!" 

But when she asked him "Wherefore so?"
He felt his very whiskers glow,
And frankly owned "I do not know." 

While, like broad waves of golden grain,
Or sunlit hues on cloistered pane,
His colour came and went again. 

Pitying his...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...under your feet and hands; 
Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume,
 crimes, dissipate away from you, 
Your true Soul and Body appear before me, 
They stand forth out of affairs—out of commerce, shops, law, science, work, forms,
 clothes, the house, medicine, print, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem; 
I whisper with my lips close to you...Read more of this...

by Swift, Jonathan
...ope.
This into gen'ral odium drew him,
Which, if he liked, much good may't do him.
His zeal was not to lash our crimes,
But discontent against the times;
For had we made him timely offers
To raise his post, or fill his coffers,
Perhaps he might have truckled down,
Like other brethren of his gown.
For party he would scarce have bled - 
I say no more, because he's dead.
What writings has he left behind?
I hear they're of a different kind:
A few in verse, but mos...Read more of this...

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