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Famous Delved Poems by Famous Poets

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Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry
...ft,
When he saw something glisten at the bottom of the trench,
And to get it out he made great shift.
So he dug, and he delved, with care and pain,
And the veins in his forehead stood taut.
At the end of an hour, when every bone cracked,
He gathered up what he had sought.
A dim old vase of crusted glass,
Prismed while it lay buried deep.
Shifting reds and greens, like a pigeon's neck,
At the touch of the sun began to leap.
It was dull in the tree-shade, but glowing in the 
li...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy



...y-bees go home in new-found light
    Past the cow pond amazed with twinkling flowers
    And antique chalk-pit newly delved to white,
    Or idle snow-plough nearly hid from sight.
    The blackbird sings us home, on a sudden peers
    The round tower hung with ivy's blackened chains,
    Then past the little green the byeway veers,
    The mill-sweeps torn, the forge with cobwebbed panes
    That have so many years looked out across the plains.

    But the old fo...Read more of this...
by Blunden, Edmund
...en captive; cringing thence
forced and reluctant, he led them on
till he came in ken of that cavern-hall,
the barrow delved near billowy surges,
flood of ocean. Within ’twas full
of wire-gold and jewels; a jealous warden,
warrior trusty, the treasures held,
lurked in his lair. Not light the task
of entrance for any of earth-born men!
Sat on the headland the hero king,
spake words of hail to his hearth-companions,
gold-friend of Geats. All gloomy his soul,
wavering...Read more of this...
by Anonymous,
...f Kandinsky

And listened to camels’ bells

And tasted the dates of the abundant palms.





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There was a boat deep-delved

Sitting in the water

There was the sun of spring

On the bridge’s span



Carissima, Carissima

Hair falling

Over your shoulder

Over the worn collar

Of your mauve blazer.



Only through poetry

Does the beauty last

Broken on the surface

Of the water.

Aire moving to the sea

Sun on water glistening

Turquoise ripples

Flecked with gold

Petrol...Read more of this...
by Tebb, Barry
...l unconscious how, wide-lipped, up-browed, 
I first beheld thee clad--not as the Beauty but the Dowd. 

Out from a deep-delved way my vision lit 
On housebacks pink, green, ochreous--where a slit 
Shoreward 'twixt row and row revealed the classic blue through it. 

And thereacross waved fishwives' high-hung smocks, 
Chrome kerchiefs, scarlet hose, darned underfrocks; 
Since when too oft my dreams of thee, O Queen, that frippery mocks: 

Whereat I grieve, Superba! . . . Afterh...Read more of this...
by Hardy, Thomas



...Long time have I delved in this inconstant world, this
momentary shelter; and in my searches have employed
all faculties with which I am endowed. Ah, well! and I
have found the moon to pale before the light of Thy
visage, that the cypress is deformed beside Thy beauteous
form....Read more of this...
by Khayyam, Omar
...used, and observed the spot, and marked it well, 
Whereon the shadow of the finger fell; 
And, coming back at midnight, delved, and found 
A secret stairway leading underground. 
Down this he passed into a spacious hall, 
Lit by a flaming jewel on the wall; 
And opposite, in threatening attitude, 
With bow and shaft a brazen statue stood. 
Upon its forehead, like a coronet, 
Were these mysterious words of menace set: 
"That which I am, I am; my fatal aim 
None can escape, not...Read more of this...
by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...
Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe, 
Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed,
Hid from the world in a low delved tombe;
Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom?
O no! for something in thy face did shine
Above mortalitie that shew'd thou wast divine.

VI

Resolve me then oh Soul most surely blest
(If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear)
Tell me bright Spirit where e're thou hoverest
Whether above that high first-moving Spheare
Or in the Elisian field...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...en
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red, Glostershire earth new-delved
In April! And I think shows fairest where
These rummaging small rogues have been at work.
If you will look the way the sunlight slants
Making the grass one great green gem of light,
Bright earth, crimson and even
Scarlet, everywhere tracks
The rambling underground affairs of moles:
Though 'tis but kestrel-bay
Looking against the sun.

But h...Read more of this...
by Abercrombie, Lascelles
...and his pack- 
Little dreamed the village Saxons 
Of the myriads at his back. 

How he wrought with spade and fiddle, 
Delved by day and sang by night, 
With a hand that never wearied 
And a heart forever light,--- 

Still the gay tradition mingles 
With a record grave and drear 
Like the rollic air of Cluny 
With the solemn march of Mear. 

When the box-tree, white with blossoms, 
Made the sweet May woodlands glad, 
And the Aronia by the river 
Lighted up the swarming shad,...Read more of this...
by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...en
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red, Glostershire earth new-delved
In April! And I think shows fairest where
These rummaging small rogues have been at work.
If you will look the way the sunlight slants
Making the grass one great green gem of light,
Bright earth, crimson and even
Scarlet, everywhere tracks
The rambling underground affairs of moles:
Though 'tis but kestrel-bay
Looking against the sun.

But h...Read more of this...
by Abercrombie, Lascelles
...Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing;
I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod;
The rich loam upturning I gathered them squirming,
big, fat, gleamy earthworms, all ripe for my rod.
Thinks I, without waiting, my hook I'll be baiting,
And flip me a fish from the foam of the pool;
Then Mother beholding, came crying and scolding:
"You're late, ye young devil! Be off to the school."
So grabbing me b...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William

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