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Famous Groups Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whitman, Walt
...merica, the Mistress—I chant a greater supremacy;
I chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of
 sea-islands; 
I chant my sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes; 
I chant my stars and stripes fluttering in the wind; 
I chant commerce opening, the sleep of ages having done its work—races, reborn, refresh’d;

Lives, works, resumed—The object I know not—but the old, the Asiatic, renew’d, as it must
 be,
Commencing from this day, ...Read more of this...



by Rossetti, Christina
...ane:
To think that by this way we used to walk
We shall not walk again!

I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos
And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,
And hastened: but I loitered, while the dews
Fell fast I loitered still....Read more of this...

by Morris, William
...ere fell eternal light.

So was the pageant ended, and all folk 
Talking of this and that familiar thing 
In little groups from that sad concourse broke, 
For now the shrill bats were upon the wing, 
And soon dark night would slay the evening, 
And in dark gardens sang the nightingale 
Her little-heeded, oft-repeated tale.

And with the last of all the hunter went, 
Who, wondering at the strange sight he had seen, 
Prayed an old man to tell him what it meant, 
Both wh...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...n one, along a suite of noble rooms, 
’Mid plenteous books and journals, paintings on the walls, fine statuettes, 
Were groups of friendly journeymen, mechanics, young and old, 
Reading, conversing.

All, all the shows of laboring life, 
City and country, women’s, men’s and children’s, 
Their wants provided for, hued in the sun, and tinged for once with joy, 
Marriage, the street, the factory, farm, the house-room, lodging-room, 
Labor and toil, the bath, gymnasium, play-...Read more of this...

by Corso, Gregory
...
The air is starred with flags, the chanted mass 
Throngs all the churches, yet the broad streets swarm 
With glad-eyed groups who chatter, laugh, and pass, 
In holiday confusion, class with class. 
And over all the spring, the sun-floods warm! 
In the Imperial palace that March morn, 
The beautiful young mother lay and smiled; 
For by her side just breathed the Prince, her child, 
Heir to an empire, to the purple born, 
Crowned with the Titan's name that stirs the heart ...Read more of this...



by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...>
Long ere noon, in the village all sounds of labor were silenced.
Thronged were the streets with people; and noisy groups at the house-doors
Sat in the cheerful sun, and rejoiced and gossiped together.
Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted;
For with this simple people, who lived like brothers together,
All things were held in common, and what one had was another's.
Yet under Benedict's roof hospitality seemed more abundant:
For Evangeline st...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
..., and on ocean wide 
 With Neptune. Rivers too personified 
 Appear—the Rhine as by the Meuse betrayed, 
 And fading groups of Odin in the shade, 
 And the wolf Fenrir and the Asgard snake. 
 One might the place for dragons' stable take. 
 The only lights that in the shed appear 
 Spring from the table's giant chandelier 
 With seven iron branches—brought from hell 
 By Attila Archangel, people tell, 
 When he had conquered Mammon—and they say 
 That seven souls we...Read more of this...

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...listener in the wind;
My joy--its echo in the caves should be!
Fool, if ye will--Fool, for sweet sympathy!

We are dead groups of matter when we hate;
But when we love we are as gods!--Unto
The gentle fetters yearning, through each state
And shade of being multiform, and through
All countless spirits (save of all the sire)--
Moves, breathes, and blends, the one divine desire.

Lo! arm in arm, through every upward grade,
From the rude mongrel to the starry Greek,
Who the f...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...ein! The wroth sea’s waves are edged 
With foam, white as the bitten lip of hate, 
When, in the solitary waste, strange groups 
Of young volcanos come up, cyclops-like, 
Staring together with their eyes on flame— 
God tastes a pleasure in their uncouth pride. 
Then all is still; earth is a wintry clod: 
But spring-wind, like a dancing psaltress, passes 
Over its breast to waken it, rare verdure 
Buds tenderly upon rough banks, between 
The withered tree-roots and the crac...Read more of this...

by Campbell, Thomas
...nd aye, as if for death, some lonely trumpet wail'd.

Then look'd they to the hills, where fire o'erhung
The bandit groups, in one Vesuvian glare;
Or swept, far seen, the tower, whose clock unrung
Told legible that midnight of despair.
She faints,--she falters not,--th' heroic fair,
As he the sword and plume in haste array'd.
One short embrace--he clasp'd his dearest care--
But hark! what nearer war-drum shakes the glade?
Joy, joy! Columbia's friends are trampling...Read more of this...

by Rossetti, Christina
...cerning even one goblin
Racing, whisking, tumbling, hobbling;
Let alone the herds
That used to tramp along the glen,
In groups or single,
Of brisk fruit-merchant men.

Till Lizzie urged, "O Laura, come,
I hear the fruit-call, but I dare not look:
You should not loiter longer at this brook:
Come with me home.
The stars rise, the moon bends her arc,
Each glow-worm winks her spark,
Let us get home before the night grows dark;
For clouds may gather even
Though this is sum...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ark, from on deck, the strange landscape, the pure sky, the level sand in the distance;

I pass swiftly the picturesque groups, the workmen gather’d, 
The gigantic dredging machines. 

In one, again, different, (yet thine, all thine, O soul, the same,) 
I see over my own continent the Pacific Railroad, surmounting every barrier;
I see continual trains of cars winding along the Platte, carrying freight and passengers; 
I hear the locomotives rushing and roaring, and the sh...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...here? 
Who are the infants? some playing, some slumbering? 
Who are the girls? who are the married women? 
Who are the groups of old men going slowly with their arms about each other’s necks?
What rivers are these? what forests and fruits are these? 
What are the mountains call’d that rise so high in the mists? 
What myriads of dwellings are they, fill’d with dwellers? 

2
Within me latitude widens, longitude lengthens; 
Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east—America is provi...Read more of this...

by Sexton, Anne
...a new dress in the winter of eighteen-ninety.
I read how London is dull on Lord Mayor's Day,
where you guided past groups of robbers, the sad holes
of Whitechapel, clutching your pocketbook, on the way
to Jack the Ripper dissecting his famous bones.
This Wednesday in Berlin, you say, you will
go to a bazaar at Bismarck's house. And I
see you as a young girl in a good world still,
writing three generations before mine. I try
to reach into your page and breathe...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...n their rifles,
 some sit on logs, 
Out from the crowd steps the marksman, takes his position, levels his piece;
The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee; 
As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them from his
 saddle; 
The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their partners, the
 dancers bow to each other; 
The youth lies awake in the cedar-roof’d garret, and harks to the musical
 rain; 
The Wolverine sets t...Read more of this...

by Lazarus, Emma
... 


II

Look deeper yet: mark 'midst the wave-blurred mass, 
In lines distinct, in colors clear defined, 
The typic groups and figures of mankind. 
Behold within the cool and liquid glass 
Bright child-folk sporting with smooth yellow shells, 
Astride of dolphins, leaping up to kiss 
Fair mother-faces. From the vast abyss 
How joyously their thought-free laughter wells! 
Some slumber in grim caverns unafraid, 
Lulled by the overwhelming water's sound, 
And some ma...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...blithe and jolly peal
     Makes the Franciscan steeple reel?
     And see! upon the crowded street,
     In motley groups what masquers meet!
     Banner and pageant, pipe and drum,
     And merry morrice-dancers come.
     I guess, by all this quaint array,
     The burghers hold their sports to-day.
     James will be there; he loves such show,
     Where the good yeoman bends his bow,
     And the tough wrestler foils his foe,
     As well as where, in proud c...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...Sirs 
Give up their parks some dozen times a year 
To let the people breathe? So thrice they cried, 
I likewise, and in groups they streamed away. 

But we went back to the Abbey, and sat on, 
So much the gathering darkness charmed: we sat 
But spoke not, rapt in nameless reverie, 
Perchance upon the future man: the walls 
Blackened about us, bats wheeled, and owls whooped, 
And gradually the powers of the night, 
That range above the region of the wind, 
Deepening the co...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...lood of the slippery street; 
But here and there, where 'vantage ground 
Against the foe may still be found, 
Desperate groups, of twelve or ten, 
Make a pause, and turn again — 
With banded backs against the wall, 
Fiercely stand, or fighting fall. 

There stood an old man — his hairs were white, 
But his veteran arm was full of might: 
So gallantly bore he the brunt of the fray, 
The dead before him on that day, 
In a semicircle lay; 
Still he combated unwounded, 
Thoug...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...o master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits
 intrinsically
 in yourself. 

Painters have painted their swarming groups, and the centre figure of all; 
From the head of the centre figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color’d light; 
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-color’d
 light;
From my hand, from the brain of every man and woman it streams, effulgently flowing
 forever. 

O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you!...Read more of this...

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