Famous Drearily Poems by Famous Poets

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A Good Knight In Prison

...Wearily, drearily,
Half the day long,
Flap the great banners
High over the stone;
Strangely and eerily
Sounds the wind's song,
Bending the banner-poles.

While, all alone,
Watching the loophole's spark,
Lie I, with life all dark,
Feet tether'd, hands fetter'd
Fast to the stone,
The grim walls, square-letter'd
With prison'd men's groan.

Still strain the banner-poles
...Read more of this...
by Morris, William


Autumn

...She sits and reckons up the dead and gone 
With the last leaves for a love-rosary, 
Whilst all the wither'd world looks drearily, 
Like a dim picture of the drownèd past 
In the hush'd mind's mysterious far away, 
Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the last 
Into that distance, gray upon the gray. 

O go and sit with her, and be o'ershaded 
Under the languid downfall of her hair: 
She wears a coronal of flowers faded 
Upon her forehead, and a face of care;— 
There is enou...Read more of this...
by Hood, Thomas

Endymion: Book I

..., and all weather harms:
Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds,
That come a swooning over hollow grounds,
And wither drearily on barren moors:
Dread opener of the mysterious doors
Leading to universal knowledge--see,
Great son of Dryope,
The many that are come to pay their vows
With leaves about their brows!

 Be still the unimaginable lodge
For solitary thinkings; such as dodge
Conception to the very bourne of heaven,
Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven,
That ...Read more of this...
by Keats, John

Endymion: Book IV

...ing!
Endymion could not speak, but gazed on her;
And listened to the wind that now did stir
About the crisped oaks full drearily,
Yet with as sweet a softness as might be
Remember'd from its velvet summer song.
At last he said: "Poor lady, how thus long
Have I been able to endure that voice?
Fair Melody! kind Syren! I've no choice;
I must be thy sad servant evermore:
I cannot choose but kneel here and adore.
Alas, I must not think--by Phoebe, no!
Let me not think, soft Angel!...Read more of this...
by Keats, John

Far far away is mirth withdrawn

...Far, far away is mirth withdrawn
'Tis three long hours before the morn
And I watch lonely, drearily -
So come thou shade commune with me 

Deserted one ! thy corpse lies cold
And mingled with a foreign mould -
Year after year the grass grows green
Above the dust where thou hast been. 

I will not name thy blighted name
Tarnished by unforgotton shame
Though not because my bosom torn
Joins the mad world in all its scorn - 

Thy phantom face is dark ...Read more of this...
by Brontë, Emily


In Prison

...Wearily, drearily,
Half the day long,
Flap the great banners
High over the stone;
Strangely and eerily
Sounds the wind's song,
Bending the banner-poles.

While, all alone,
Watching the loophole's spark,
Lie I, with life all dark,
Feet tether'd, hands fetter'd
Fast to the stone,
The grim walls, square-letter'd
With prison'd men's groan.

Still strain the banner-poles
...Read more of this...
by Morris, William

Keen Fitful Gusts are Whispring Here and There

...sky, 
And I have many miles on foot to fare. 
Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air, 
Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily, 
Or of those silver lamps that burn on high, 
Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair: 
For I am brimfull of the friendliness 
That in a little cottage I have found; 
Of fair-hair'd Milton's eloquent distress, 
And all his love for gentle Lycid drown'd; 
Of lovely Laura in her light green dress, 
And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown'd....Read more of this...
by Keats, John

Music In The Bush

...oes to gild the land she'll see no more.

The grave, gaunt pines imprison her sad gaze,
 All still the sky and darkling drearily;
She feels the chilly breath of dear, dead days
 Come sifting through the alders eerily.

Oh, how the roses riot in their bloom!
 The curtains stir as with an ancient pain;
Her old piano gleams from out the gloom
 And waits and waits her tender touch in vain.

But now her hands like moonlight brush the keys
 With velvet grace -- melodious delight;
A...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William

Old Song

...
 O, pile a bright fire!

And there I sit
 Reading old things,
Of knights and lorn damsels,
 While the wind sings--
 O, drearily sings!

I never look out
 Nor attend to the blast;
For all to be seen
 Is the leaves falling fast:
 Falling, falling!

But close at the hearth,
 Like a cricket, sit I,
Reading of summer
 And chivalry--
 Gallant chivalry!

Then with an old friend
 I talk of our youth--
How 'twas gladsome, but often
 Foolish, forsooth:
 But gladsome, gladsome!

Or, to...Read more of this...
by Fitzgerald, Edward

Someones Mother

...Someone's Mother trails the street
Wrapt in rotted rags;
Broken slippers on her feet
Drearily she drags;
Drifting in the bitter night,
Gnawing gutter bread,
With a face of tallow white,
Listless as the dead.

Someone's Mother in the dim
Of the grey church wall
Hears within a Christmas hymn,
One she can recall
From the h so long ago,
When divinely far,
in the holy alter glow
She would kneel in prayer.

Someone's Mother, huddled there,
Had so ...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William

Song of the Soldiers Wifes

...meet no more; 
Should wait, and wish, but greet no more 
Your faces round our fires; 
That, in a while, uncharily 
And drearily 
Men gave their lives--even wearily, 
Like those whom living tires. 

IV 

And now you are nearing home again, 
Dears, home again; 
No more, may be, to roam again 
As at that bygone time, 
Which took you far away from us 
To stay from us; 
Dawn, hold not long the day from us, 
But quicken it to prime!...Read more of this...
by Hardy, Thomas

Telling the Bees

...by the door, -- 
Nothing changed but the hives of bees. 

Before them, under the garden wall, 
Forward and back, 
Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, 
Draping each hive with a shred of black. 

Trembling, I listened: the summer sun 
Had the chill of snow; 
For I knew she was telling the bees of one 
Gone on the journey we all must go! 

Then I said to myself, "My Mary weeps 
For the dead to-day: 
Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps 
The fret and the pain of his age ...Read more of this...
by Whittier, John Greenleaf

The Going of the Battery Wives. (Lament)

...night; 
Wheels wet and yellow from axle to felloe, 
Throats blank of sound, but prophetic to sight. 

IV 

Gas-glimmers drearily, blearily, eerily 
Lit our pale faces outstretched for one kiss, 
While we stood prest to them, with a last quest to them 
Not to court perils that honour could miss. 

V 

Sharp were those sighs of ours, blinded these eyes of ours, 
When at last moved away under the arch 
All we loved. Aid for them each woman prayed for them, 
Treading back slowly ...Read more of this...
by Hardy, Thomas

The House Of Dust: Complete (Long)

...Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,
Over a somnolent whisper of loves and hates,
The slow wind flows, drearily streams and falls,
With a mournful sound down rain-dark walls.
On one side purples the lustrous dusk of the sea,
And dreams in white at the city's feet;
On one side sleep the plains, with heaped-up hills.
Oaks and beeches whisper in rings about it.
Above the trees are towers where dread bells beat.

The fisherman draws his streaming net from the sea...Read more of this...
by Aiken, Conrad

The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06: Over the darkened city the city of towers

...Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,
Over a somnolent whisper of loves and hates,
The slow wind flows, drearily streams and falls,
With a mournful sound down rain-dark walls.
On one side purples the lustrous dusk of the sea,
And dreams in white at the city's feet;
On one side sleep the plains, with heaped-up hills.
Oaks and beeches whisper in rings about it.
Above the trees are towers where dread bells beat.

The fisherman draws his streaming net from the sea...Read more of this...
by Aiken, Conrad

The Meadows In Spring

...e:
Oh, pile a bright fire!

And there I sit
Reading old things,
Of knights and lorn damsels,
While the wind sings— 
Oh, drearily sings!

I never look out
Nor attend to the blast;
For all to be seen
Is the leaves falling fast:
Falling, falling!

But close at the hearth,
Like a cricket, sit I,
Reading of summer
And chivalry— 
Gallant chivalry!

Then with an old friend
I talk of our youth!
How 'twas gladsome, but often
Foolish, forsooth:
But gladsome, gladsome!

Or to get merry
...Read more of this...
by Fitzgerald, Edward

Vita Nuova

...the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray;
The long red fires of the dying day
Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily;
And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee:
'Alas!' I cried, 'my life is full of pain,
And who can garner fruit or golden grain
From these waste fields which travail ceaselessly!'
My nets gaped wide with many a break and flaw,
Nathless I threw them as my final cast
Into the sea, and waited for the end.
When lo! a sudden glory! and I saw
From the ...Read more of this...
by Wilde, Oscar

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