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Famous Dean Poems by Famous Poets

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by Burns, Robert
...r met so hot,
 Or were more in fury seen, Sir,
Than ’twixt Hal and Bob for the famous job,
 Who should be the Faculty’s Dean, Sir.


This Hal for genius, wit and lore,
 Among the first was number’d;
But pious Bob, ’mid learning’s store,
 Commandment the tenth remember’d:
Yet simple Bob the victory got,
 And wan his heart’s desire,
Which shews that heaven can boil the pot,
 Tho’ the devil piss in the fire.


Squire Hal, besides, had in this case
 Pretensions rather bra...Read more of this...



by Carew, Thomas
...Can we not force from widow'd poetry, 
Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy 
To crown thy hearse? Why yet dare we not trust, 
Though with unkneaded dough-bak'd prose, thy dust, 
Such as th' unscissor'd churchman from the flower 
Of fading rhetoric, short-liv'd as his hour, 
Dry as the sand that measures it, should lay 
Upon thy ashes, on the funeral d...Read more of this...

by Schwartz, Delmore
...dre,
Genghis Kahn, Genghis Cohen, and Gordon Martini
Dandy Ghandi and St. Francis,

Professor Tenure, and Dizzy the dean and Disraeli of Death.

He would have worn the horns of existence upon his head, 
He would have perceived them regarding the looking-glass, 
He would have needed them the way a moose needs a hatrack;
Above his heavy head and in his loaded eyes, black and scorched,
He would have seen the meaning of the hat-rack, above the glass
Looking in the dark fo...Read more of this...

by Yeats, William Butler
...s my symbol; I declare
This winding, gyring, spiring treadmill of a stair is my ancestral stair;
That Goldsmith and the Dean, Berkeley and Burke have travelled there.

Swift beating on his breast in sibylline frenzy blind
Because the heart in his blood-sodden breast had dragged him down into mankind,
Goldsmith deliberately sipping at the honey-pot of his mind,

And haughtier-headed Burke that proved the State a tree,
That this unconquerable labyrinth of the birds, century...Read more of this...

by Larkin, Philip
...'Dockery was junior to you,
Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.'
Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do
You keep in touch with-' Or remember how
Black-gowned, unbreakfasted, and still half-tight
We used to stand before that desk, to give
'Our version' of 'these incidents last night'?
I try the door of where I used to live:

Locked. The lawn spreads dazzlingly wide.
A known b...Read more of this...



by Howells, William Dean
...TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, 
 Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath, 
Through all the moaning chimneys, and 'thwart all the hollows and 
 angles 
 Round the shuddering house, threating of winter and death. 

But in my heart I feel the life of the wood and the meadow 
 Thrilling the pulses that own kindr...Read more of this...

by Pope, Alexander
...erre,
On gilded clouds in fair expansion lie,
And bring all paradise before your eye.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions Hell to ears polite.

But hark! the chiming clocks to dinner call;
A hundred footsteps scrape the marble hall:
The rich buffet well-colour'd serpents grace,
And gaping Tritons spew to wash your face.
Is this a dinner? this a genial room?
No, 'tis a temple, and a hecatomb.
A solemn sacrifice, perform'd in state,
You...Read more of this...

by Pope, Alexander
...injur'd, to defend;
Who tells what'er you think, whate'er you say,
And, if he lie not, must at least betray:
Who to the Dean, and silver bell can swear,
And sees at Cannons what was never there;
Who reads, but with a lust to misapply,
Make satire a lampoon, and fiction, lie.
A lash like mine no honest man shall dread,
But all such babbling blockheads in his stead.

Let Sporus tremble--"What? that thing of silk,
Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk?
Satire or sen...Read more of this...

by Stafford, William
...ry quick feather asserts a just claim;
it bites like a saw into white pine.
I communicate right; but explain to the dean--
well, Right has a long and intricate name.

And the saying of it is a lonely thing....Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...eritance, 
And lord of many a barren isle was he-- 
Riding at noon, a day or twain before, 
Across the forest called of Dean, to find 
Caerleon and the King, had felt the sun 
Beat like a strong knight on his helm, and reeled 
Almost to falling from his horse; but saw 
Near him a mound of even-sloping side, 
Whereon a hundred stately beeches grew, 
And here and there great hollies under them; 
But for a mile all round was open space, 
And fern and heath: and slowly Pelleas dr...Read more of this...

by Hacker, Marilyn
...comfort in being predeceased: the anguish
when the Harlem doctor, the Jewish dancer,
die of AIDS, the Boston seminary's
dean succumbs "after brief illness" to cancer.
I like mossed slabs in country cemeteries
with wide-paced dates, candles in jars, whose tallow
glows on summer evenings, desk-lamp yellow.

Aglow in summer evening, a desk-lamp's yellow
moonlight peruses notebooks, houseplants, texts,
while an aging woman thinks of sex
in the present tense. Desire ma...Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
...bber glove, 
as you stood, your mask raised, 

to light a cigarette and rest 
while the acid tanks that were 

yours to dean went on bathing 
the arteries of broken sinks. 

Remember, you were afraid 
of the great hissing jugs. 

There were stories of burnings, 
of flesh shredded to lace. 

On other nights men spoke 
of rats as big as dogs. 

Women spoke of men 
who trapped them in corners. 

Always there was grease that hid 
the faces of worn faucets, gre...Read more of this...

by Lawson, Henry
...he said. 

Quite close to the homestead the troopers were seen. 
`Clear out and ride hard for the ranges, Jack Dean! 
Be quick!' said May Carney -- her hand on her heart -- 
`We'll bluff them awhile, and 'twill give you a start.' 
He lingered a moment -- to kiss her, of course -- 
Then ran to the trees where he'd hobbled his horse. 

She ran to the gate, and the troopers were there -- 
The jingle of hobbles came faint on the air -- 
Then loudly she screamed: ...Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...ing very bland. 

And the clergy were gathered about the head of the grave,
And the attention of the spectators the Dean did crave;
Then he said, "Man that is born of woman hath a short time to live,
But, Oh, Heavenly Father! do thou our sins forgive." 

Then Mrs Gladstone and her two sons knelt down by the grave,
Then the Dean did the Lord's blessing crave,
While Mrs Gladstone and her some knelt,
While the spectators for them great pity felt. 

The scene was very...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...oad, and honest still within.
For while our Neptune doth a Trident shake, Blake,
Steel'd with those piercing Heads, Dean, Monck and
And while Jove governs in the highest Sphere,
Vainly in Hell let Pluto domineer....Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...fore 
Held court at old Caerleon upon Usk. 
There on a day, he sitting high in hall, 
Before him came a forester of Dean, 
Wet from the woods, with notice of a hart 
Taller than all his fellows, milky-white, 
First seen that day: these things he told the King. 
Then the good King gave order to let blow 
His horns for hunting on the morrow morn. 
And when the King petitioned for his leave 
To see the hunt, allowed it easily. 
So with the morning all the court w...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...Hardly scattering the stillness,
Only making it close in more densely.
The gardener picks ripe gooseberries
For the Dean's supper to-night.
It is very quiet,
Very regulated and mellow.
But the wall is old,
It has known many days.
It is a Roman wall,
Left-over and forgotten.
Beyond the Cathedral Close
Yelp and mutter the discontents of people not mellow,
Not well-regulated.
People who care more for bread than for beauty,
Who would break the tombs of sai...Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...As I stood upon the Dean Bridge and viewed the beautiful scenery,
I felt fascinated and my heart was full of glee,
And I exclaimed in an ecstasy of delight,
In all my travels I never saw such a sight. 

The scenery is so enchanting to look upon
That all tourists will say, "Dull care, be gone."
'Tis certainly a most lovely spot,
And once seen it can never be forgot. ...Read more of this...

by Swift, Jonathan
...:
Tho' it is hardly understood
Which way my death can do them good,
Yet thus, methinks, I hear 'em speak:
"See, how the Dean begins to break!
Poor gentleman, he droops apace!
You plainly find it in his face.
That old vertigo in his head
Will never leave him till he's dead.
Besides, his memory decays:
He recollects not what he says;
He cannot call his friends to mind;
Forgets the place where last he dined;
Plyes you with stories o'er and o'er,
He told them fifty times ...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...ms wheresoe'er you list."

Hurree Chunder Mookerjee sought the gunsmith and
Bought the tubes of Lancaster, Ballard, Dean, and Bland,
Bought a shiny bowie-knife, bought a town-made sword,
Jingled like a carriage-horse when he went abroad.

But the Indian Government, always keen to please,
Also gave permission to horrid men like these --
Yar Mahommed Yusufzai, down to kill or steal,
Chimbu Singh from Bikaneer, Tantia the Bhil;

Killar Khan the Marri chief, Jowar Singh t...Read more of this...

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