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Famous Elle Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Hugo, Victor
...
 ("Jamais elle ne raille.") 
 
 {Bk. III. xiii.} 


 Where your brood seven lie, 
 Float in calm heavenly, 
 Life passing evenly, 
 Waterfowl, waterfowl! often I dream 
 For a rest 
 Like your nest, 
 Skirting the stream. 
 
 Shine the sun tearfully 
 Ere the clouds clear fully, 
 Still you skim cheerfully, 
 Swallow, oh! swallow swift! often I sig...Read more of this...



by Wilde, Oscar
...erchance she is kneeling in St. Denys,
(On her soul may our Lady have gramercy!)

Ah, if she is praying in lone chapelle,
I might swing the censer and ring the bell.

Come in, my son, for you look sae pale,
The father shall fill thee a stoup of ale.

But who are these knights in bright array?
Is it a pageant the rich folks play?

'T is the King of England from over sea,
Who has come unto visit our fair countrie.

But why does the curfew toll sae low?
And why d...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...cher sur mon épaule:
“Dans mon pays il fera temps pluvieux,
Du vent, du grand soleil, et de la pluie;
C’est ce qu’on appelle le jour de lessive des gueux.”
(Bavard, baveux, à la croupe arrondie,
Je te prie, au moins, ne bave pas dans la soupe).
“Les saules trempés, et des bourgeons sur les ronces—
C’est là, dans une averse, qu’on s’abrite.
J’avais sept ans, elle était plus petite.
Elle était toute mouillée, je lui ai donné des primevères.”
Les taches de so...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...mmino,

ch'i' fui per ritornar pi? volte v?lto.

 Temp'era dal principio del mattino,

e 'l sol montava 'n s? con quelle stelle

ch'eran con lui quando l'amor divino

 mosse di prima quelle cose belle;

s? ch'a bene sperar m'era cagione

di quella fiera a la gaetta pelle

 l'ora del tempo e la dolce stagione;

ma non s? che paura non mi desse

la vista che m'apparve d'un leone.

 Questi parea che contra me venisse

con la test'alta e con rabbiosa fame,

s? che parea c...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...death. 


Noi siam venuti al loco ov'i' t'ho detto 
che tu vedrai le genti dolorose 
c'hanno perduto il ben de l'intelletto ». 

For we have reached the place of which I spoke, 
where you will see the miserable people, 
those who have lost the good of the intellect." 


E poi che la sua mano a la mia puose 
con lieto volto, ond'io mi confortai, 
mi mise dentro a le segrete cose . 

And when, with gladness in his face, he placed 
his hand upon my own, to comfor...Read more of this...



by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...e.

He listened by night, he watched by day,
He sought and thought, but he dared not pray;
In vain he called on the Elle-maids shy,
And the Neck and the Nis gave no reply.

Of his evil bargain far and wide
A rumor ran through the country-side;
And Helva of Nesvek, young and fair,
Prayed for the soul of Esbern Snare.

And now the church was wellnigh done;
One pillar it lacked, and one alone;
And the grim Troll muttered, "Fool thou art!
To-morrow gives me thy eyes a...Read more of this...

by Lawrence, D. H.
...She is large and matronly
And rather dirty,
A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it.
Though what she does, except lay four eggs at random in the garden once a year
And put up with her husband,
I don't know.

She likes to eat.
She hurries up, striding reared on long uncanny legs
When food is going.
Oh yes, she can m...Read more of this...

by Apollinaire, Guillaume
...Dans la Haute-Rue à Cologne
Elle allait et venait le soir
Offerte à tous en tout mignonne
Puis buvait lasse des trottoirs
Très tard dans les brasseries borgnes

Elle se mettait sur la paille
Pour un maquereau roux et rose
C'était un juif il sentait l'ail
Et l'avait venant de Formose
Tirée d'un bordel de Changaï

Je connais des gens de toutes sortes
Ils n'égalent pas leurs destins
Indéc...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...
 ("La femelle! elle est morte.") 
 
 {Bk. I. xiii., Jersey, February, 1853.} 


 Mother birdie stiff and cold, 
 Puss has hushed the other's singing; 
 Winds go whistling o'er the wold,— 
 Empty nest in sport a-flinging. 
 Poor little birdies! 
 
 Faithless shepherd strayed afar, 
 Playful dog the gadflies catching; 
 Wolves bound boldly o'er the bar...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...e side-boards, groaning 'neath rich meats, 
 With all the dainties palate ever dreamed 
 In lavishness to waste—for dwellers in the streets 
 Of cities, whether Troy, or Tyre, or Ispahan, 
 Consume, in point of cost, food at a single meal 
 Much less than what is spread before this crowned man—- 
 Who rules his couchant nation with a rod of steel, 
 And whose servitors' chiefest arts it was to squeeze 
 The world's full teats into his royal helpless mouth. 
 Each har...Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...Les promesses de nuits étaient enfin tenues
Les pigeons voyageurs les baisers de secours
Se joignaient aux seins de la belle inconnue
Dardés sous le crêpe des significations parfaites
Une ferme prospérait en plein Paris
Et ses fenêtres donnaient sur la voie lactée
Mais personne ne l'habitait encore à cause des survenants
Des survenants qu'on sait plus devoués que les revenants
Les uns comme cette femme ont l'air de nager
Et dans l'amour il entre un peu de leur substance
Elle ...Read more of this...

by Baudelaire, Charles
...t sur cette pourriture,
Comme afin de la cuire à point,
Et de rendre au centuple à la grande nature
Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint ;
Et le ciel regardait la carcasse superbe
Comme une fleur s'épanouir.
La puanteur etait si forte, que sur l'herbe
Vous crûtes vous évanouir.
Les mouches bourdonnaient sur ce ventre putride,
D'ou sortaient de noirs bataillons
De larves, qui coulaient comme un épais liquide
Le long de ces vivants haillons.
Tout cela descendait, mo...Read more of this...

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