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Famous Cudgel Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...light,
Wi’ you, mysel’ I gat a fright,
 Ayont the lough;
Ye, like a rash-buss, stood in sight,
 Wi’ wavin’ sough.


The cudgel in my nieve did shake,
Each brist’ld hair stood like a stake,
When wi’ an eldritch, stoor “quaick, quaick,”
 Amang the springs,
Awa ye squatter’d like a drake,
 On whistlin’ wings.


Let warlocks grim, an’ wither’d hags,
Tell how wi’ you, on ragweed nags,
They skim the muirs an’ dizzy crags,
 Wi’ wicked speed;
And in kirk-yards renew their leagues,
 O...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert



...The first time that Peter denied his Lord
 He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
But followed far off to see what they would do,
 Till the cock crew--till the cock crew--
After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!

The first time that Peter denied his Lord
 'Twas only a maid in the palace who heard,
As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through.
 Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew!
("Though also art on...Read more of this...
by Kipling, Rudyard
...They call it stroke.
Two we loved were stunned
by that same blow of cudgel
or axe to the brow.
Lost on the earth
they left our circle
broken.


 One spent five months
falling from our grasp
mute, her grace, wit,
beauty erased.
Her green eyes gazed at us
as if asking, as if aware,
as if hers. One night
she slipped away;
machinery of mercy
brought her back 
to die more slowly. 
At long last
she escaped.


 Our collie dog
fared...Read more of this...
by Alger, Julie Hill
...l under the willow-tree. 

Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note, 
Quick in dance as thought can be, 
Deft his tabor, cudgel stout; 
O he lies by the willow-tree! 
 My love is dead, 
 Gone to his death-bed 
All under the willow-tree. 

Hark! the raven flaps his wing 
In the brier'd dell below; 
Hark! the death-owl loud doth sing 
To the nightmares, as they go: 
 My love is dead, 
 Gone to his death-bed 
All under the willow-tree. 

See! the white moon shines on high; 
White...Read more of this...
by Chatterton, Thomas
...rge with me my brave lad for thou has been sent
By God, to aid me in the midst of the fight,
So forward, and wield your cudgel with all your might. 

Then right into the midst of the Bohemian Knights they fought their way,
Brave Jack o' the Cudgel and the Prince without dismay;
And Jack rushed at the Standard Bearer without any dread,
And struck him a blow with his cudgel which killed him dead. 

Then Jack bore off the Standard, to the Prince's delight,
Then the French and th...Read more of this...
by McGonagall, William Topaz



...FORD shriek'd, and fainted,
And the sly neighbour found, too late,
The FARMER, than his wife less sainted,
For with his cudgel he repaid--
The kindness of his faithless mate,
And fiercely on his blows he laid,
'Till her young lover, vanquish'd, swore
He'd play THE CONFESSOR no more !

Tho' fraud is ever sure to find
Its scorpion in the guilty mind:
Yet, PIOUS FRAUD, the DEVIL'S treasure,
Is always paid, in TENFOLD MEASURE....Read more of this...
by Robinson, Mary Darby
...on as in clothes;
Yet with strutting they will please
The incurious villages.
Near the dying of the day
There will be a cudgel-play,
Where a coxcomb will be broke,
Ere a good word can be spoke:
But the anger ends all here,
Drench'd in ale, or drown'd in beer.
--Happy rusticks! best content
With the cheapest merriment;
And possess no other fear,
Than to want the Wake next year....Read more of this...
by Herrick, Robert
...a feeling man : 
For when his sight was thick 
It made him feel for everything -
But that was with a stick.

So, with a cudgel in his hand 
It was not light or slim -
He knocked at his wife's head until 
It opened unto him. 

And when the corpse was stiff and cold,
He took his slaughtered spouse, 
And laid her in a heap with all 
The ashes of her house. 

But like a wicked murderer,
He lived in constant fear 
From day to day, and so he cut 
His throat from ear to ear. 

The n...Read more of this...
by Hood, Thomas

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