Famous Gif Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Gif poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous gif poems. These examples illustrate what a famous gif poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...kin,
And the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen!
Come, counsel, dear Tittie, don’t tarry;
I’ll gie ye my bonie black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen....Read more of this...
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Burns, Robert
...there’a a tod in the fauld,
A tod meikle waur than the clerk;
Tho’ ye do little skaith, ye’ll be in at the death,
For gif ye canna bite, ye may bark,
Daddy Auld! 16 Gif ye canna bite, ye may bark.
Holy Will! holy Will, there was wit in your skull,
When ye pilfer’d the alms o’ the poor;
The timmer is scant when ye’re taen for a saunt,
Wha should swing in a rape for an hour,
Holy Will! 17 Ye should swing in a rape for an hour.
Calvin’s sons! Calvin’s sons, seize your sp...Read more of this...
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Burns, Robert
...ke a thief?”
“O come and see,” quo’ Findlay;
“Before the morn ye’ll work mischief:”
“Indeed will I,” quo’ Findlay.
“Gif I rise and let you in”—
“Let me in,” quo’ Findlay;
“Ye’ll keep me waukin wi’ your din;”
“Indeed will I,” quo’ Findlay;
“In my bower if ye should stay”—
“Let me stay,” quo’ Findlay;
“I fear ye’ll bide till break o’ day;”
“Indeed will I,” quo’ Findlay.
“Here this night if ye remain”—
“I’ll remain,” quo’ Findlay;
“I dread ye’ll learn the gate again;”...Read more of this...
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Burns, Robert
...my arms about her neck.
The bonie lass, &c.
“Haud aff your hands, young man!” she said,
“And dinna sae uncivil be;
Gif ye hae ony luve for me,
O wrang na my virginitie.”
Her hair was like the links o’ gowd,
Her teeth were like the ivorie,
Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,
The lass that made the bed to me:
The bonie lass, &c.
Her bosom was the driven snaw,
Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see;
Her limbs the polish’d marble stane,
The lass that made the bed to me.
...Read more of this...
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Burns, Robert
...ir, if ye hae friends enow,
Tho’ real friends, I b’lieve, are few;
Yet, if your catalogue be fu’,
I’se no insist:
But, gif ye want ae friend that’s true,
I’m on your list.
I winna blaw about mysel,
As ill I like my fauts to tell;
But friends, an’ folk that wish me well,
They sometimes roose me;
Tho’ I maun own, as mony still
As far abuse me.
There’s ae wee faut they whiles lay to me,
I like the lasses—Gude forgie me!
For mony a plack they wheedle frae me
At dance or ...Read more of this...
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Burns, Robert
...kindly cuddle
Your auld grey hairs.
But Davie, lad, I’m red ye’re glaikit;
I’m tauld the muse ye hae negleckit;
An, gif it’s sae, ye sud by lickit
Until ye fyke;
Sic haun’s as you sud ne’er be faikit,
Be hain’t wha like.
For me, I’m on Parnassus’ brink,
Rivin the words to gar them clink;
Whiles dazed wi’ love, whiles dazed wi’ drink,
Wi’ jads or masons;
An’ whiles, but aye owre late, I think
Braw sober lessons.
Of a’ the thoughtless sons o’ man,
Commen’ to me the ...Read more of this...
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Burns, Robert
...or nane,
They roar an’ cry a’ throu’ther;
The vera wee-things, toddlin, rin,
Wi’ stocks out owre their shouther:
An’ gif the custock’s sweet or sour,
Wi’ joctelegs they taste them;
Syne coziely, aboon the door,
Wi’ cannie care, they’ve plac’d them
To lie that night.
The lassies staw frae ’mang them a’,
To pou their stalks o’ corn; 6
But Rab slips out, an’ jinks about,
Behint the muckle thorn:
He grippit Nelly hard and fast:
Loud skirl’d a’ the lasses;
But her tap-p...Read more of this...
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Burns, Robert
...;
Firste Roberte Neatherde hys sore boesom stroke,
Then fellen on the grounde and thus yspoke.
Roberte.
Ah, Raufe! gif thos the howres do comme alonge,
Gif thos wee flie in chase of farther woe,
Oure fote wylle fayle, albeytte wee bee stronge,
Ne wylle oure pace swefte as oure danger goe.
To oure grete wronges we have enheped moe,
The Baronnes warre! oh! woe and well-a-daie!
I haveth lyff, bott have escaped soe
That lyff ytsel mie senses doe affraie.
Oh Raufe, co...Read more of this...
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Chatterton, Thomas
...forth runnen to reche hondeselle,
Ygheyghed ygheres-yghiftes on hiygh, yghelde hem bi hond,
Debated busyly aboute tho giftes;
Ladies layghed ful loude, thoygh thay lost haden,
And he that wan watz not wrothe, that may yghe wel trawe.
Alle this mirthe thay maden to the mete tyme;
When thay had waschen worthyly thay wenten to sete,
The best burne ay abof, as hit best semed,
Whene Guenore, ful gay, graythed in the myddes,
Dressed on the dere des, dubbed al aboute,
Smal...Read more of this...
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Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...t should take. Splendor ! O more than mortal For other forms come short all, Of her illustrious brightness As far as sin's from lightness. Her wit as quick and sprightful As fire, and more delightful Than the stolen sports of lovers, When night their meeting covers. Judgment, ad...Read more of this...
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Jonson, Ben
...9. Last updated on September 4, 1999.
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Jonson, Ben
...ILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US by Ben Jonson To draw no envy, SHAKSPEARE, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame ; While I confess thy writings to be such, As neither Man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For seeliest ignorance on these may light, Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes ri...Read more of this...
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Jonson, Ben
...virtuous and noble. My part is ended on thy stage. Do not once hope that thou canst tempt A spirit so resolv'd to tread Upon thy throat, and live exempt From all the nets that thou canst spread. I know thy forms are studied arts, Thy subtle ways be narrow straits ;
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