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Famous Dove Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Crowley, Aleister
Wherein one sacrament was ours, one Lord,
One resurrection, one recurrent chord,
One incarnation, one descending dove,
All these being one, and that one being Love!

You sent your spirit into tunes; my soul
Yearned in a thousand melodies to enscroll
Its happiness: I left no flower unplucked
That might have graced your garland. I induct
Tragedy, comedy, farce, fable, song,
Each longing a little, each a little long,
But each aspiring only to express
Your excellence a...Read more of this...

by Smart, Christopher
...f sweets, 
 The choicest flow'rs to hive. 

Sweeter in all the strains of love, 
The language of thy turtle dove, 
 Pair'd to thy swelling chord; 
Sweeter, with ev'ry grace endu'd, 
The glory of thy gratitude, 
 Respir'd unto the Lord. 

Strong is the horse upon his speed; 
Strong in pursuit the rapid glede,
 Which makes at once his game: 
Strong the tall ostrich on the ground; 
Strong through the turbulent profound 
 Shoots xiphias to his aim.

 LX...Read more of this...

by Blake, William
...nity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...oothe my virginal disdain
By all the gifts the gentle wood-nymphs love;
But yesterday he brought to me an iris-plumaged dove

With little crimson feet, which with its store
Of seven spotted eggs the cruel lad
Had stolen from the lofty sycamore
At daybreak, when her amorous comrade had
Flown off in search of berried juniper
Which most they love; the fretful wasp, that earliest vintager

Of the blue grapes, hath not persistency
So constant as this simple shepherd-boy
For my poo...Read more of this...

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...ight of gore.
A fragile being, born to grace the hearth, 
Untroubled by the conflicts of the earth.
Some gentle dove who reared young eaglets, might, 
In watching those bold birdlings take their flight, 
Feel what that mother felt who saw her sons
Rush from her loving arms, to face death-dealing guns.


But ere thy lyre is strung to martial strains
Of wars which sent our hero o'er the plains, 
To add the cypress to his laureled brow, 
Be brave, my Muse, a...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...em? Feelest not a kindred pain,
To see such lovely eyes in swimming search
After some warm delight, that seems to perch
Dovelike in the dim cell lying beyond
Their upper lids?--Hist! "O for Hermes' wand
To touch this flower into human shape!
That woodland Hyacinthus could escape
From his green prison, and here kneeling down
Call me his queen, his second life's fair crown!
Ah me, how I could love!--My soul doth melt
For the unhappy youth--Love! I have felt
So faint a kindness,...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...ected a roof of thatch; and a staircase,
Under the sheltering eaves, led up to the odorous corn-loft.
There too the dove-cot stood, with its meek and innocent inmates
Murmuring ever of love; while above in the variant breezes
Numberless noisy weathercocks rattled and sang of mutation.

Thus, at peace with God and the world, the farmer of Grand-Pre
Lived on his sunny farm, and Evangeline governed his household.
Many a youth, as he knelt in the church and opened his...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...ain hour before the morning
 Near the ending of interminable night
 At the recurrent end of the unending
After the dark dove with the flickering tongue
 Had passed below the horizon of his homing
 While the dead leaves still rattled on like tin
Over the asphalt where no other sound was
 Between three districts whence the smoke arose
 I met one walking, loitering and hurried
As if blown towards me like the metal leaves
 Before the urban dawn wind unresisting.
 And as I fix...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...d out beyond his heels,
And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire,
That scar'd away the meek ethereal Hours
And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared
From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault,
Through bowers of fragrant and enwreathed light,
And diamond-paved lustrous long arcades,
Until he reach'd the great main cupola;
There standing fierce beneath, he stampt his foot,
And from the basements deep to the high towers
Jarr'd his own golden region; and before
The qu...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...e own! and if its hue  Be changed, that was so fair to view,  'Tis fair enough for thee, my dove!  My beauty, little child, is flown;  But thou will live with me in love,  And what if my poor cheek be brown?  'Tis well for me, thou canst not see  How pale and wan it else would be.   Dread not their taunts, my little life!  I am thy father's wedd...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...t heart and pure, 
Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first 
Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, 
Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast Abyss, 
And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark 
Illumine, what is low raise and support; 
That, to the height of this great argument, 
I may assert Eternal Providence, 
And justify the ways of God to men. 
 Say first--for Heaven hides nothing from thy view, 
Nor the deep tract of Hell--say first what cause 
Moved...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar fields made golden with the flower of March,
The throstle singing on the feathered larch,
The cawing rooks, the wood-doves fluttering by,
The little clouds that race across the sky;
And fair the violet's gentle drooping head,
The primrose, pale for love uncomforted,
The rose that burgeons on the climbing briar,
The crocus-bed, (that seems a moon of fire
Round-girdled with a purple marriage-ring);
And all the flowers of our English Spring,
Fond snowdrops, and the bright-sta...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna
...owled like a wounded beast.
Let the thawing ice flow like tears
From my immovable bronze eyelids
And let the prison dove coo in the distance
While ships sail quietly along the river.
[March 1940. Fontannyi Dom]


1 An elite guard which rose up in rebellion
 against Peter the Great in 1698. Most were either
 executed or exiled.
2 The imperial summer residence outside St
 Petersburg where Ahmatova spent her early years.
3 A prison complex in ce...Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of th...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...b! or glide, my prow! 
But be the star that guides the wanderer, Thou! 
Thou, my Zuleika! share and bless my bark; 
The Dove of peace and promise to mine ark! 
Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, 
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! 
The evening beam that smiles the cloud away, 
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! 
Blest — as the Muezzin's strain from Mecca's wall 
To pilgrims pure and prostrate at his call; 
Soft — as the melody of youthful days, 
That...Read more of this...

by Blake, William Come ye forth, 
Fallen fiends of heavenly birth, 
That have forgot your ancient love, 
And driven away my trembling Dove. 
You shall bow before her feet; 
You shall lick the dust for meat; 
And tho’ you cannot love, but hate, 
Shall be beggars at Love’s gate. 
What was thy love? Let Me see it; 
Was it love or dark deceit?’ 
‘Love too long from me has fled; 
’Twas dark deceit, to earn my bread; 
’Twas covet, or ’twas custom, or 
Some trifle not worth caring for; 
T...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...The blackbird and the speckled thrush
     Good-morrow gave from brake and bush;
     In answer cooed the cushat dove
     Her notes of peace and rest and love.

     No thought of peace, no thought of rest,
     Assuaged the storm in Roderick's breast.
     With sheathed broadsword in his hand,
     Abrupt he paced the islet strand,
     And eyed the rising sun, and laid
     His hand on his impatient blade.
     Beneath a rock, his vassals' care
...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...after the teat
Y-wis*, leman, I have such love-longing, *certainly
That like a turtle* true is my mourning. *turtle-dove
I may not eat, no more than a maid."
"Go from the window, thou jack fool," she said:
"As help me God, it will not be, 'come ba* me.' *kiss
I love another, else I were to blame",
Well better than thee, by Jesus, Absolon.
Go forth thy way, or I will cast a stone;
And let me sleep; *a twenty devil way*. *twenty devils take ye!*
"Alas!" quot...Read more of this...

by Herbert, George
...wer nothing, but with patience prove
If stony hearts will melt with gentle love.
But who does hawk at eagles with a dove? 
Was ever grief like mine? 

My silence rather doth augment their cry; 
My dove doth back into my bosom fly; 
Because the raging waters still are high: 
Was ever grief like mine? 

Hark how they cry aloud still, 'Crucify: 
It is not fit he live a day, ' they cry, 
Who cannot live less than eternally: 
Was ever grief like mine? 

Pilate a stranger holde...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna
...o wait for winter with me,
But she said, "The grave is here,
How can you breathe, you see?"

I wanted to give her a dove
That is whiter than all the rest
But the bird herself flew above
After my graceful guest.

Looking at her I was silent,
I loved her alone
And like gates into her country
In the sky stood the dawn.

x x x

I have ceased and desisted from smiling
The frosty wind chills lips - say so long
To one hope of which will be lesser,
In...Read more of this...

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