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Famous Feast Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...g tribe, 
And grow humane now taught the arts of peace. 
In human sacrifice delight no more, 
Mad cantico or savage feast of war. 
Such scenes of fierce barbarity no more 
Be perpetrated there, but truth divine 
Shine on the earth in one long cloudless day, 
Till that last hour which shuts the scene of things, 
When this pure light shall claim its native skies; 
When the pure stream of revelation shall, 
With refluent current visit its first hills: 
There shall it mix...Read More



by Wilde, Oscar
...gard in love's battle! once at least
Let me drink deep of passion's wine, and slake
My parched being with the nectarous feast
Which even gods affect! O come, Love, come,
Still we have time to reach the cavern of thine azure home.'

Scarce had she spoken when the shuddering trees
Shook, and the leaves divided, and the air
Grew conscious of a god, and the grey seas
Crawled backward, and a long and dismal blare
Blew from some tasselled horn, a sleuth-hound bayed,
And like a ...Read More

by Keats, John
...y was he, not the aerial blowing
Of trumpets at clear parley from the east
Could rouse from that fine relish, that high feast.
They stung the feather'd horse: with fierce alarm
He flapp'd towards the sound. Alas, no charm
Could lift Endymion's head, or he had view'd
A skyey mask, a pinion'd multitude,--
And silvery was its passing: voices sweet
Warbling the while as if to lull and greet
The wanderer in his path. Thus warbled they,
While past the vision went in bri...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...to hear the sound of her footsteps,
Knew not which beat the louder, his heart or the knocker of iron;
Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village,
Bolder grew, and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered
Hurried words of love, that seemed a part of the music.
But, among all who came, young Gabriel only was welcome;
Gabriel Lajeunesse, the son of Basil the blacksmith,
Who was a mighty man in the village, and honored of all men;
For, since the birth of ...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar
...touched the lofty goal
Where love and duty mingle! Him at least
The most high Laws were glad of, he had sat at Wisdom's feast;

But we are Learning's changelings, know by rote
The clarion watchword of each Grecian school
And follow none, the flawless sword which smote
The pagan Hydra is an effete tool
Which we ourselves have blunted, what man now
Shall scale the august ancient heights and to old Reverence bow?

One such indeed I saw, but, Ichabod!
Gone is that last dear son o...Read More



by Byron, George (Lord)
...ortal lights that live along the sky: 
Its banks are fringed with many a goodly tree, 
And flowers the fairest that may feast the bee; 
Such in her chaplet infant Dian wove, 
And Innocence would offer to her love. 
These deck the shore; the waves their channel make 
In windings bright and mazy like the snake. 
All was so still, so soft in earth and air, 
You scarce would start to meet a spirit there; 
Secure that nought of evil could delight 
To walk in such a scene, ...Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...f we and France, as you anticipate,
Must eat each other, what Cæsar, if not yourself, 
Do you see for the master of the feast? 
There may be a place waiting on your head 
For laurel thick as Nero’s. You don’t know. 
I have not crossed your glory, though I might
If I saw thrones at auction. 

HAMILTON

Yes, you might. 
If war is on the way, I shall be—here; 
And I’ve no vision of your distant heels. 

BURR

I see that I shall take an inference
To bed with m...Read More

by Milton, John
...quaint, caparisons and steeds, 
Bases and tinsel trappings, gorgeous knights 
At joust and tournament; then marshall'd feast 
Serv'd up in hall with sewers and seneshals; 
The skill of artifice or office mean, 
Not that which justly gives heroick name 
To person, or to poem. Me, of these 
Nor skill'd nor studious, higher argument 
Remains; sufficient of itself to raise 
That name, unless an age too late, or cold 
Climate, or years, damp my intended wing 
Depress'd; and m...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...also go thither, 
To see no possession but you may possess it—enjoying all without labor or
 purchase—abstracting
 the feast, yet not abstracting one particle of it; 
To take the best of the farmer’s farm and the rich man’s elegant villa, and the chaste
 blessings
 of the well-married couple, and the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens, 
To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through, 
To carry buildings and streets with you afterward wherever you go...Read More

by Chesterton, G K
...his well was a green crust,
And purple thistles upward thrust,
Between the kitchen stones.

But smoke of some good feasting
Went upwards evermore,
And Eldred's doors stood wide apart
For loitering foot or labouring cart,
And Eldred's great and foolish heart
Stood open like his door.

A mighty man was Eldred,
A bulk for casks to fill,
His face a dreaming furnace,
His body a walking hill.

In the old wars of Wessex
His sword had sunken deep,
But all his friends, he...Read More

by Baudelaire, Charles
...f every bleached, bare bone, 
That is most dear to me, tall skeleton! 

Come you to trouble with your potent sneer 
The feast of Life! or are you driven here, 
To Pleasure's Sabbath, by dead lusts that stir 
And goad your moving corpse on with a spur? 

Or do you hope, when sing the violins, 
And the pale candle-flame lights up our sins, 
To drive some mocking nightmare far apart, 
And cool the flame hell lighted in your heart? 

Fathomless well of fault and foolishness! 
Ete...Read More

by Masefield, John
...shop's park, 
And how they'd run a chime full tilt 
The night after the church was built, 
And that night was Lambert's Feast, 
The night I'd fought and been a beast. 
And how a change had come. And then 
I thought, "You tick to different men." 
What with the fight and what with drinking 
And being awake alone there thinking, 
My mind began to carp and tetter, 
"If this life's all, the beasts are better." 
And then I thought, "I wish I'd seen 
The many towns t...Read More

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...t blood of youth
Mantling thy cheek its happy home possest,
And sterner sport by day put strength to test,
And custom's feast at night gave tongue to truth 
Or say hath flaunting summer a device
To match our midnight revelry, that rang
With steel and flame along the snow-girt ice?
Or when we hark't to nightingales that sang
On dewy eves in spring, did they entice
To gentler love than winter's icy fang? 

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There's many a would-be poet at this hour,
Rhymes of a love that he h...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...the nonce
Betwixt Athenes and the Amazons;
And how assieged was Hippolyta,
The faire hardy queen of Scythia;
And of the feast that was at her wedding
And of the tempest at her homecoming.
But all these things I must as now forbear.
I have, God wot, a large field to ear* *plough;
And weake be the oxen in my plough;
The remnant of my tale is long enow.
I will not *letten eke none of this rout*. *hinder any of
Let every fellow tell his tale about, this company...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
...ith every knell!
     And bugle, lute, and bell, and all,
     Should each bewildered stranger call
     To friendly feast and lighted hall.
     XVI.

     'Blithe were it then to wander here!
     But now—beshrew yon nimble deer—
     Like that same hermit's, thin and spare,
     The copse must give my evening fare;
     Some mossy bank my couch must be,
     Some rustling oak my canopy.
     Yet pass we that; the war and chase
     Give little choice of restin...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...us *Christendom to take*; *embrace Christianity*
Cold water shall not grieve us but a lite*: *little
And I shall such a feast and revel make,
That, as I trow, I shall the Soudan quite.* *requite, match
For though his wife be christen'd ne'er so white,
She shall have need to wash away the red,
Though she a fount of water with her led."

O Soudaness*, root of iniquity, *Sultaness
Virago thou, Semiramis the second!
O serpent under femininity,
Like to the serpent deep in ...Read More

by Bukowski, Charles
...br> Finally she came over
and shook me, 
"Up, bastard! Throw some cold water on your face and pecker and come enjoy the
feast!" 
I drove her to the beach that day. It was a weekday and not yet summer so things were
splendidly deserted. Beach bums in rags slept on the lawns above the sand. Others sat on
stone benches sharing a lone bottle. The gulls whirled about, mindless yet distracted. Old
ladies in their 70's and 80's sat on the benches and discussed se...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...obed the shoulders in a rosy silk, 
That made the old warrior from his ivied nook 
Glow like a sunbeam: near his tomb a feast 
Shone, silver-set; about it lay the guests, 
And there we joined them: then the maiden Aunt 
Took this fair day for text, and from it preached 
An universal culture for the crowd, 
And all things great; but we, unworthier, told 
Of college: he had climbed across the spikes, 
And he had squeezed himself betwixt the bars, 
And he had breathed the Procto...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...uty, *unless
And but* thou pore alway upon my face, *unless
And call me faire dame in every place;
And but* thou make a feast on thilke** day *unless **that
That I was born, and make me fresh and gay;
And but thou do to my norice* honour, *nurse 12
And to my chamberere* within my bow'r, *chamber-maid
And to my father's folk, and mine allies;* *relations
Thus sayest thou, old barrel full of lies.
And yet also of our prentice Jenkin,
For his crisp hair, shining as gold so f...Read More

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...e forms;--within the brazen doors
Of the Great Labyrinth slept both boy and beast,
Tired with the pomp of their Osirian feast.

And where within the surface of the river
The shadows of the massy temples lie,
And never are erased, but tremble ever
Like things which every cloud can doom to die,--
Through lotus-paven canals, and wheresoever
The works of man pierced that serenest sky
With tombs and towers and fanes,--'twas her delight
To wander in the shadow of the night....Read More

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