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Famous Fiddled Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...One day, little Albert Ramsbottom
To see 'ow much money 'e'd got
Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot 'ole
And fiddled and fished out the lot.

It amounted to fifteen and fourpence
Which 'e found by a few simple sums
Were ninety two tuppenny ices
Or twice that in penn'orths of gums.

The sound of the chinkin' of money
Soon brought father's 'ead round the door
He said, "Whats that there, on the table?"
Albert said it were, "Fifteen and four."

"You're not going to spe...Read more of this...
by Edgar, Marriott



...or scion! 
And had I lived when song was great, 
And legs of trees were limber, 
And ta'en my fiddle to the gate, 
And fiddled in the timber! 

'Tis said he had a tuneful tongue, 
Such happy intonation, 
Wherever he sat down and sung 
He left a small plantation; 
Wherever in a lonely grove 
He set up his forlorn pipes, 
The gouty oak began to move, 
And flounder into hornpipes. 

The mountain stirr'd its bushy crown, 
And, as tradition teaches, 
Young ashes pirouetted down 
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by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...I had fiddled all day at the county fair.
But driving home "Butch" Weldy and Jack McGuire,
Who were roaring full, made me fiddle and fiddle
To the song of Susie Skinner, while whipping the horses
Till they ran away.
Blind as I was, I tried to get out
As the carriage fell in the ditch,
And was caught in the wheels and killed.
There's a blind man here with a brow
As...Read more of this...
by Masters, Edgar Lee
...ith

Cracked parched skin and thin

Ringless fingers. “She’s wearing

Falsies”, the boys whispered

To the girls as she fiddled

Ceaselessly. She had us learn

The Psalms by heart a whole

Hour every day, it took me a 

Whole half century to find

They were poems like mine.





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Auntie Nellie was the best mother I never had

I spent my childhood at her house, not our’s,

It was always light and bright and warm

The tablecloth like a blanket of comfort

With a plate of c...Read more of this...
by Tebb, Barry
...nt wisdom frowned on argument, 
With a side nod for silence, and I smoked 
A series of incurable dry pipes
While Morgan fiddled, with obnoxious care, 
Things that I wished he wouldn’t. Killigrew, 
Drowsed with a fond abstraction, like an ass, 
Lay blinking at me while he grinned and made 
Remarks. The learned Plunket made remarks.

It may have been for smoke that I cursed cats 
That night, but I have rather to believe 
As I lay turning, twisting, listening, 
And wondering, be...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington



...The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then,
He groped and fiddled doggedly along,
His worn face glaring on the thoughtless throng
The stony peevishness of sightless men.
He seemed scarce older than his clothes. Again,
Grotesquing thinly many an old sweet song,
So cracked his fiddle, his hand so frail and wrong,
You hardly could distinguish one in ten.
He stopped at last, and sat him on the sand,
And, grasping weari...Read more of this...
by Henley, William Ernest
...And had just reached the pub, when his engine stopped dead 
A thing it had ne'er done before.

He lifted the bonnet and fiddled around
And gave her a bit of a crank;
When he looked at his petrol he found what were wrong, 
There wasn't a drop in the tank.

He had eight miles to go and 'twere starting to rain, 
And he thought he were there for the night,
Till he saw the word " Garage" wrote on t' stable door; 
Then he said, " Lizzie, Lass... we're all right."

He went up to t' ...Read more of this...
by Edgar, Marriott
...mornings of the earth;
Hell in a horn of sulphur and the cloven myth,
All heaven in the midnight of the sun,
A serpent fiddled in the shaping-time....Read more of this...
by Thomas, Dylan
...

To Eton, Balliol, to Calcatta’s Shantiniketan

And all the way back to a locked ward.

While I in the meantime fondly fiddled 

With rhyme and unreason, publishing pamphlets

And Leeds Poetry Weekly while under the bane

Of his tragic illness, poet and mother,

You were driven from pillar to post

By the taunting yobbery of your family

And the crass insensitivity of wild therapy

To the smoking dark of despair,

Locked in your flat in the Abbey Road

With seven cats and po...Read more of this...
by Tebb, Barry
...ark
And came out alive after all.

If I pass the burial spot of Nero
I shall say to the wind, “Well, well!”—
I who have fiddled in a world on fire,
I who have done so many stunts not worth doing.

I am looking for the grave of Sinbad too.
I want to shake his ghost-hand and say,
“Neither of us died very early, did we?”

And the last sleeping-place of Nebuchadnezzar—
When I arrive there I shall tell the wind:
“You ate grass; I have eaten crow—
Who is better off now or next year...Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
...let air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal
 A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
 In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the fai...Read more of this...
by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...towers
  Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
  Vienna London
  Unreal

  A woman drew her long black hair out tight
  And fiddled whisper music on those strings
  And bats with baby faces in the violet light                            380
  Whistled, and beat their wings
  And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
  And upside down in air were towers
  Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
  And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

 ...Read more of this...
by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)

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