Famous Dinned Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Dinned poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous dinned poems. These examples illustrate what a famous dinned poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...grim grip—
that was the most grievous journey
the harm-seeker had taken to Heorot. (ll. 755-66)
The companied hall dinned. For all the Danes,
for the city-dwellers, for every one of the keen,
there was a horrifying serving of ale. They were both angry,
ruthless and terrible opponents. The building echoed.
It was a great wonder that the wine-hall resisted
the battle-brave, that it did not just fall to the earth,
that house lovely yet mortal, but it was fastened with...Read more of this...
by
Anonymous,
...I thought I heard Him calling. Did you hear
A sound, a little sound? My curious ear
Is dinned with flying noises, and the tree
Goes -- whisper, whisper, whisper silently
Till all its whispers spread into the sound
Of a dull roar. Lie closer to the ground,
The shade is deep and He may pass us by.
We are so very small, and His great eye,
Customed to starry majesties, may gaze
Too wide to spy us hiding in the maze;
Ah, misery! the sun has...Read more of this...
by
Stephens, James
...unbound.
Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody,—
Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs choired!...Read more of this...
by
Keats, John
...sound
Rung to the width, frighting the furthest bound
And scope of hearing: tumult vaster still,
Throning the echo, dinned My ears, until
I fled in silence, seeking out a place
To hide Me from the very thought of Space.
And so, He thought, in Mine own Image I
Have made a man, remote from Heaven high
And all its humble angels: I have poured
My essence in his nostrils: I have cored
His heart with My own spirit; part of Me,
His mind with laboured growth unceasingly ...Read more of this...
by
Stephens, James
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