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Famous Down The Middle Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...pipe as the old salts taught us to. 

O! the fiddle on the fo'c'sle, and the slapping naked soles, 
And the genial "Down the middle, Jake, and curtsey when she rolls!" 
With the silver seas around us and the pale moon overhead, 
And the look-out not a-looking and his pipe-bowl glowing red. 

Ah! the pig-tailed, quidding pirates and the pretty pranks we played, 
All have since been put a stop to by the naughty Board of Trade; 
The schooners and the merry crews are laid...Read more of this...
by Masefield, John



...neath 
Came little copses climbing. 

The linden broke her ranks and rent 
The woodbine wreaths that bind her, 
And down the middle, buzz! she went 
With all her bees behind her: 
The poplars, in long order due, 
With cypress promenaded, 
The shock-head willows two and two 
By rivers gallopaded. 

Came wet-shod alder from the wave, 
Came yews, a dismal coterie; 
Each pluck'd his one foot from the grave, 
Poussetting with a sloe-tree: 
Old elms came breaking from the v...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ircle round,"
"Grand train back," and "Balance all,"
Footsteps lightly spurn the ground.
"Take your lady and balance down the middle"
To the merry strains of the corn-stalk fiddle.
So the night goes on and the dance is o'er,
And the merry girls are homeward gone,
But I see it all in my sleep once more,
And I dream till the very break of dawn
Of an impish dance on a red-hot griddle
To the screech and scrape of a corn-stalk fiddle.
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by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...ut suddenly it was just year on year,
no more good, no more new, no more wonderful.
Life had been torn in two right down the middle.

That was not his fault nor mine
since both of us had nothing but patience;
but death has none.
I saw him coming (how rotten he looked),
and I watched him as he took and took:
and nothing was mine.

What, then, belonged to me; was mine, my own?
Was not even this utter wretchedness
on loan to me by fate?
Fate does not only claim y...Read more of this...
by Rilke, Rainer Maria

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