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Famous Dublin Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...ipture.


But this that I am gaun to tell,
Which lately on a night befell,
Is just as true’s the Deil’s in hell
 Or Dublin city:
That e’er he nearer comes oursel’
 ’S a muckle pity.


The clachan yill had made me canty,
I was na fou, but just had plenty;
I stacher’d whiles, but yet too tent aye
 To free the ditches;
An’ hillocks, stanes, an’ bushes, kenn’d eye
 Frae ghaists an’ witches.


The rising moon began to glowre
The distant Cumnock hills out-owre:
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by Tebb, Barry
...sh eyrie

Just spelling Gymmercher Isaf Pontneathvaughan quite fazes me.



Sorry, Seamus Famous, your hide away in Dublin Bay

No doubt is bloody grand but I can’t face the journey to a far off foreign land.



Sorry James Kirkup, your Andorran niche

Is just too complicated for me to ever reach.

Apologies especially to Emily Bronte’s ghost -

You are the mostest hostess that I could ever boast

Your heather moor and cobbled street’s allure

Are something I’ve p...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay,
Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree;
It started at Revelly an' it lasted on till dark:
The first man dropped at Harrison's, the last forninst the Park.
 For it was: -- "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!"
 An' it was "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!"
 O buckle an' tongue
 Was the song that we sung
 From Har...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...d therefore give you, if you choose, three words 
(The card and pencil-scratch is quite enough) 
Which whether here, in Dublin or New York, 
Will get you, prompt as at my eyebrow's wink, 
Such terms as never you aspired to get 
In all our own reviews and some not ours. 
Go write your lively sketches! be the first 
"Blougram, or The Eccentric Confidence"-- 
Or better simply say, "The Outward-bound." 
Why, men as soon would throw it in my teeth 
As copy and quote the in...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...in his chair, 
 And they had closed the dungeon o'er his head, 
 The Eye was in the tomb and fixed on Cain. 
 
 Dublin University Magazine 


 




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by Hugo, Victor
...
 In purple wrapt, with myrtle crowned, 
 While Jesus lieth at the gate 
 With only rags to wrap him round. 
 
 Dublin University Magazine 


 




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by Hugo, Victor
...ts power is nigh 
 Israel! a cradle shall redeem thy worth— 
 A Cradle yet shall save the widespread earth!" 
 
 Dublin University Magazine, 1839 


 




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by Tebb, Barry
...It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin

‘For the founding of a lunatic asylum - no place needs it more’.

The breathing beauty of the moors and cheap accommodation

Drew me but the total barbarity of the town stopped me from

Writing a single line: from the hideous facade of its railway

Station - Betjeman must have been drunk or mad to praise it -

To that lump of stone on Castle Hill...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...pure state, 
 But feeling at each step a blood-drop fall, 
 Wanders eternally 'neath the vast black heaven. 
 
 Dublin University Magazine 
 
 {Footnote 1: King Canute slew his old father, Sweno, to obtain the crown.} 


 




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by Hugo, Victor
...ur had His pains divine; 
 Come, for His brow was crowned with thorns like thine, 
 His sceptre was a reed." 
 
 Dublin University Magazine. 


 




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by McGonagall, William Topaz
...ght manfully,
And sang a beautiful song, which filled our hearts with glee. 

But when I sang my "Rattling Boy from Dublin Town",
The audience were like to pull the house down
With the hearty applause they showered upon me,
Because I sang the song so merrily. 

But, in conclusion, I must honestly say
I haven't been so well treated for manv a day;
Because I got a Splendid Bed in the Queen's Hotel,
And the breakfast I got there I liked right well. 

The treatment I ...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...."
Anotner Massachusetts poet said, 
"I go no more to summer in New Hampshire.
I've given up my summer place in Dublin."
But when I asked to know what ailed New Hampshire,
She said she couldn't stand the people in it,
The little men (it's Massachusetts speaking). 
And when I asked to know what ailed the people,
She said, "Go read your own books and find out."
I may as well confess myself the author
Of several books against the world in general.
To take...Read more of this...

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...ight. 
In a ten-foot ring! Oh, that's the game that teaches a bloke to fight, 
For they'd rush and clinch -- it was Dublin Rules, and we drew no colour line; 
And they all tried hard for to earn the pound, but they got no pound of mine. 
If I saw no chance in the opening round I'd slog at their wind, and wait 
Till an opening came -- and it always came -- and I settled 'em, sure as fate; 
Left on the ribs and right on the jaw -- and, when the chance comes, make sure! ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...Manhattan, steam’d up, ready to start; 
Wait, swift and swarthy, in the ports of Australia;
Wait at Liverpool, Glasgow, Dublin, Marseilles, Lisbon, Naples, Hamburg, Bremen, Bordeaux,
 the
 Hague, Copenhagen; 
Wait at Valparaiso, Rio Janeiro, Panama; 
Wait at their moorings at Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Charleston, New Orleans,
 Galveston,
 San
 Francisco. 

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I see the tracks of the rail-roads of the earth; 
I see them welding State to State, city to city, through N...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...n, oh! before we part, 
 The poet's blessing take, 
 Ere bleeds that aged heart, 
 Or child the woman make. 
 
 Dublin University Magazine. 


 




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by Hugo, Victor
...the shadow where we keep, 
 He sends them clothed about with wings, 
 And finds them ragged babes that weep! 
 
 Dublin University Magazine. 


 




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by Cavafy, Constantine P
...came.
The stars are far and faint and strange. The night draws down.
Exiled from light, forlorn, I walk in Dublin Town.
Yet had I might to lift the veil, the will to dare,
The fiery rushing chariots of the Lord are there,
The whirlwind path, the blazing gates, the trumpets blown,
The halls of heaven, the majesty of throne by throne,
Enraptured faces, hands uplifted, welcome sung
By the thronged gods, tall, golden-coloured, joyful, young....Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...I'm a rattling boy from Dublin town,
I courted a girl called Biddy Brown,
Her eyes they were as black as sloes,
She had black hair and an aquiline nose. 

Chorus --

Whack fal de da, fal de darelido,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelay,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelido,
Whack fal de da, fal de darelay. 

One night I met her with another lad,
Says I, Biddy, I've caught you, by d...Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry
...er of the city, man en masse. I thought I needed a mate

For a Platonic cave, a companion for the Martello tower in Dublin Bay,

Whatever it was I never wanted you to go but go you did to stay.

The one became the two again, you shed your ring, we had our son to share.



I read instead of writing, psycho-analysis became a faith of sorts,

A pastime then a passion I kept on with even when my muse returned

Demanding me in dreams. Our children grew, then you wr...Read more of this...

by Swift, Jonathan
...He might have lived these twenty years;
For when we opened him we found
That all his vital parts were sound."

From Dublin soon to London spread,
'Tis told at court "the Dean is dead."
Kind Lady Suffolk, in the spleen,
Runs laughing up to tell the queen.
The queen, so gracious, mild, and good,
Cries "Is he gone? 'tis time he should.
He's dead, you say; why, let him rot:
I'm glad the medals were forgot.
I promised him, I own; but when?
I only was a princess...Read more of this...

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