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Famous Fibres Poems by Famous Poets

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...th-wind blows; 
My fev'rish lids no balmy slumbers own, 
Still my sad bosom beats for thee alone: 
Nor shall its aching fibres cease to smart, 
'Till DEATH's cold SPELL is twin'd about my HEART....Read more of this...
by Bridges, Robert Seymour



...of its living bark,
A grey sea wrinkled by the winds of years,
I understand whence this man's body comes,
In veins and fibres, the bare boughs of bone,
The trellised thicket, where the heart, that robin,
Greets with a song the seasons of the blood.

But where in meadow or mountain shall I match
The individual accent of the speech
That is the ear's familiar? To what sun attribute
The honeyed warmness of his smile?
To which of the deciduous brood is german
The angel peeping fr...Read more of this...
by Thomas, R S
...That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle, as the hold of
 the
 limbs of the body, or the fibres of plants.

Of all races and eras, These States, with veins full of poetical stuff, most need poets,
 and
 are to have the greatest, and use them the greatest; 
Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall. 

(Soul of love, and tongue of fire! 
Eye to pierce the deepest deeps, and sweep the world! 
—Ah, mother! proli...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...the fibres give in to your starry warmth
a lamp is called green and sees
carefully stepping into a season of fever
the wind has swept the rivers' magic
and i've perforated the nerve
by the clear frozen lake
has snapped the sabre
but the dance round terrace tables
shuts in the shock of the marble shudder
new sober...Read more of this...
by Tzara, Tristan
...er and death. 

But in my heart I feel the life of the wood and the meadow 
 Thrilling the pulses that own kindred with fibres that lift 
Bud and blade to the sunward, within the inscrutable shadow, 
 Deep in the oak's chill core, under the gathering drift. 

Nay, to earth's life in mine some prescience, or dream, or desire 
 (How shall I name it aright?) comes for a moment and goes-- 
Rapture of life ineffable, perfect--as if in the brier, 
 Leafless there by my door, trembl...Read more of this...
by Howells, William Dean



...tempest of his anger, 
Blew them back at his assailant; 
Seized the bulrush, the Apukwa, 
Dragged it with its roots and fibres 
From the margin of the meadow, 
From its ooze the giant bulrush; 
Long and loud laughed Hiawatha!
Then began the deadly conflict, 
Hand to hand among the mountains; 
From his eyry screamed the eagle, 
The Keneu, the great war-eagle, 
Sat upon the crags around them, 
Wheeling flapped his wings above them.
Like a tall tree in the tempest 
Bent and lash...Read more of this...
by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...ghtiest of Magicians.
Then once more Cheemaun he patted, 
To his birch-canoe said, "Onward!" 
And it stirred in all its fibres, 
And with one great bound of triumph 
Leaped across the water-lilies, 
Leaped through tangled flags and rushes, 
And upon the beach beyond them 
Dry-shod landed Hiawatha.
Straight he took his bow of ash-tree, 
On the sand one end he rested, 
With his knee he pressed the middle, 
Stretched the faithful bow-string tighter, 
Took an arrow, jasperheaded,...Read more of this...
by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...o to bind the ends together 
That the water may not enter, 
That the river may not wet me!"
And the Larch, with all its fibres, 
Shivered in the air of morning, 
Touched his forehead with its tassels, 
Slid, with one long sigh of sorrow. 
"Take them all, O Hiawatha!"
From the earth he tore the fibres, 
Tore the tough roots of the Larch-tree, 
Closely sewed the hark together, 
Bound it closely to the frame-work.
"Give me of your balm, O Fir-tree! 
Of your balsam and your resin...Read more of this...
by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...hip-strength, inward and outward round, man-balls, man-root, 
Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above,
Leg-fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under leg, 
Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel; 
All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body, or of any
 one’s body, male or female, 
The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean, 
The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,
Sympathies, heart-valves, palat...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...
But all he was is overworn.'
 
II
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones
   That name the under-lying dead,
   Thy fibres net the dreamless head,
Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.
 
The seasons bring the flower again,
   And bring the firstling to the flock;
   And in the dusk of thee, the clock
Beats out the little lives of men.
 
O, not for thee the glow, the bloom,
   Who changest not in any gale,
   Nor branding summer suns avail
To touch thy thousand y...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...Old Yew, which graspest at the stones 
That name the under-lying dead,
Thy fibres net the dreamless head,
Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.
The seasons bring the flower again,
And bring the firstling to the flock;
And in the dusk of thee, the clock
Beats out the little lives of men.
O not for thee the glow, the bloom,
Who changest not in any gale,
Nor branding summer suns avail
To touch thy thousand years of gloom:

And gazing o...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...life blood trembling

8. The globe of life blood trembled
Branching out into roots;
Fib'rous, writhing upon the winds;
Fibres of blood, milk and tears;
In pangs, eternity on eternity. 
At length in tears & cries imbodied
A female form trembling and pale
Waves before his deathy face

9. All Eternity shudderd at sight
Of the first female now separate 
Pale as a cloud of snow
Waving before the face of Los

10. Wonder, awe, fear, astonishment,
Petrify the eternal myriads;
At the...Read more of this...
by Blake, William
...he absence of the morn, 
When the Soul fell into sleep, 
And Archangels round it weep, 
Shooting out against the light 
Fibres of a deadly night, 
Reasoning upon its own dark fiction, 
In doubt which is self-contradiction? 
Humility is only doubt, 
And does the sun and moon blot out, 
Rooting over with thorns and stems 
The buried soul and all its gems. 
This life’s five windows of the soul 
Distorts the Heavens from pole to pole, 
And leads you to believe a lie 
When you see...Read more of this...
by Blake, William
...he tangled screen,
     And opened on a narrow green,
     Where weeping birch and willow round
     With their long fibres swept the ground.
     Here, for retreat in dangerous hour,
     Some chief had framed a rustic bower.
     XXVI.

     It was a lodge of ample size,
     But strange of structure and device;
     Of such materials as around
     The workman's hand had readiest found.
     Lopped of their boughs, their hoar trunks bared,
     And by the hatc...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter
...clime,
The Indian peasant, chasing the wild goat,
Himself as swift and wild,
In falling, clutched the frail arbute,
The fibres of whose shallow root,
Uplifted from the soil, betrayed
The silver veins beneath it laid,
The buried treasures of the miser, Time.

But, lo! thy door is left ajar!
Thou hearest footsteps from afar!
And, at the sound,
Thou turnest round
With quick and questioning eyes,
Like one, who, in a foreign land,
Beholds on every hand
Some source of wonder and su...Read more of this...
by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...of tenderness would have been wondrous and deep. 

Bitter our hatred is, old and strong and unchanging,
Twined with the fibres of life, blent with body and soul,
But as its bitterness, so might have been our love's sweetness
Had it not missed the way­strange missing and sad!­to its goal....Read more of this...
by Montgomery, Lucy Maud
...fierce terrific strain, 
That rends the breast with tort'ring pain, 
No frantic flight, no labour'd art, 
To wring the fibres of the heart! 
No frenzy'd GUIDE, that madd'ning flies 
O'er cloud-wrapp'd hills­thro' burning skies; 

That sails upon the midnight blast,
Or on the howling wild wave cast,
Plucks from their dark and rocky bed
The yelling DEMONS of the deep,
Who soaring o'er the COMET'S head,
The bosom of the WELKIN sweep! 
Ne'er shall MY hand, at Night's full noon, ...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Mary Darby
...d mocks the storm's fierce pow'r,
Tho' from its HOPES the blast unkind,
Has torn each promis'd flow'r. 

Tho' round its fibres barb'rous fate
Has twin'd an icy spell;
Still in its central fires elate,
The purest passions dwell. 

When LIFE'S disast'rous scene is fled,
This humble boon I crave;
Oh! bind your branches round my head,
AND BLOSSOM ON MY GRAVE....Read more of this...
by Robinson, Mary Darby

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