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Famous Hewed Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Kipling, Rudyard
...he artist -- then,
Even in those early days,
Won a simple Viceroy's praise
 Through the toil of other men.
Ere they hewed the Sphinx's visage
Favouritism governed kissage,
 Even as it does in this age.

Who shall doubt "the secret hid
Under Cheops' pyramid"
Was that the contractor did
 Cheops out of several millions?
Or that Joseph's sudden rise
To comptroller of Supplies
Was a fraud of monstrous size
 On King Pharaoh's swart Civilians?

Thus, the artless songs I sing...Read more of this...



by Lindsay, Vachel
...ght to block for tyrannies abhorred.
Would that the sword of Cromwell and the Lord,
The sword of Joshua and Gideon,
Hewed hip and thigh the hosts of Midian.
God send that ironside ere tomorrow's sun;
Let Gabriel and Michael with him ride.
God send the Regicide.


II. A COLLOQUIAL REPLY: TO ANY NEWSBOY

If you lay for Iago at the stage door with a brick
You have missed the moral of the play.
He will have a midnight supper with Othello and his wife.
...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...vans were spoiled afar,
 Because his life was threatened by the King,
 So that all men despised him in the streets,
 He hewed the living rock, with sweat and tears,
 And reared a God against the morning-gold,
 A terror in the sunshine, seen afar,
 And worshipped by the King; but, drunk with pride,
 Because the city fawned to bring him back,
 He carved upon the plinth: "Thus Gods are made,
 And whoso makes them otherwise shall die."
 And all the people praised him. .Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...hen Amphion did the lute command, 
Which the god gave him, with his gentle hand, 
The rougher stones, unto his measures hewed, 
Danced up in order from the quarries rude; 
This took a lower, that an higher place, 
As he the treble altered, or the bass: 
No note he struck, but a new stone was laid, 
And the great work ascended while he played. 

The listening structures he with wonder eyed, 
And still new stops to various time applied: 
Now through the strings a martial ra...Read more of this...

by Hughes, Langston
...ted the food that fed
And the cotton that clothed America.
Clang against the trees went the ax into many hands
That hewed and shaped the rooftops of America.
Splash into the rivers and the seas went the boat-hulls
That moved and transported America.
Crack went the whips that drove the horses
Across the plains of America.
Free hands and slave hands,
Indentured hands, adventurous hands,
White hands and black hands
Held the plow handles,
Ax handles, hammer handle...Read more of this...



by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...hardened skin-- 
Strike--strike--the wind will never change again.' 
And Gareth hearing ever stronglier smote, 
And hewed great pieces of his armour off him, 
But lashed in vain against the hardened skin, 
And could not wholly bring him under, more 
Than loud Southwesterns, rolling ridge on ridge, 
The buoy that rides at sea, and dips and springs 
For ever; till at length Sir Gareth's brand 
Clashed his, and brake it utterly to the hilt. 
'I have thee now;' but forth ...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...ry of horror, 
Went a murmur of resistance; 
But it whispered, bending downward, 
'Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!"
Down he hewed the boughs of cedar, 
Shaped them straightway to a frame-work, 
Like two bows he formed and shaped them, 
Like two bended bows together.
"Give me of your roots, O Tamarack! 
Of your fibrous roots, O Larch-tree! 
My canoe to bind together, 
So to bind the ends together 
That the water may not enter, 
That the river may not wet me!"
And the Larch, wi...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...eyes must be my boon."
"Build," said Esbern, "and build it soon."

By night and by day the Troll wrought on;
He hewed the timbers, he piled the stone;
But day by day, as the walls rose fair,
Darker and sadder grew Esbern Snare.

He listened by night, he watched by day,
He sought and thought, but he dared not pray;
In vain he called on the Elle-maids shy,
And the Neck and the Nis gave no reply.

Of his evil bargain far and wide
A rumor ran through the country-s...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...Even upon such a basis hast thou built
A monument whose cement hath been guilt!
The moral Clytemnestra of thy lord,
And hewed down, with an unsuspected sword,
Fame, peace, and hope—and all the better life
Which, but for this cold treason of thy heart,
Might still have risen from out the grave of strife,
And found a nobler duty than to part.
But of thy virtues didst thou make a vice,
Trafficking with them in a purpose cold,
For present anger, and for future gold— 
And buyi...Read more of this...

by Lindsay, Vachel
...Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul 
Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone 
And Night and Day revealed, whose arm alone 
Could draw the face of God, the titan high 
Whose genius smote like lightning from the sky — 
And shall he mold like dead leaves in the grave? 
Nay he is in us! Let us dare and dare. 
God help us to be brave....Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...See you the ferny ride that steals
Into the oak-woods far?
O that was whence they hewed the keels
That rolled to Trafalgar.

And mark you where the ivy clings
To Bayham's mouldering walls?
 O there we cast the stout railings
 That stand around St. Paul's.

 See you the dimpled track that runs
 All hollow through the wheat?
 O that was where they hauled the guns
 That smote King Philip's fleet.

(Out of the Weald, the secre...Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...the double-march and complete the victory. 

Then the Highlanders chased them and poured in a volley,
Besides they hewed them down with their broadswords mercilessly;
But somehow both armies got mixed together, and a general rout ensued,
While the Highlanders eagerly the English army hotly pursued. 

The success on either side is doubtful to this day,
And all that can be said is, both armies ran away;
And on whichsoever side success lay it was toward the Government,
...Read more of this...

by Hardy, Thomas
...o glorify the Lord. 

I squared the broad foundations in 
Of ashlared masonry; 
I moulded mullions thick and thin, 
Hewed fillet and ogee; 
I circleted 
Each sculptured head 
With nimb and canopy. 

I called in many a craftsmaster 
To fix emblazoned glass, 
To figure Cross and Sepulchure 
On dossal, boss, and brass. 
My gold all spent, 
My jewels went 
To gem the cups of Mass. 

I borrowed deep to carve the screen 
And raise the ivoried Rood; 
I parted with my...Read more of this...

by Lanier, Sidney
...'er shall my boys, MY boys (I cried),
When Christmas morns their eyes unclose,
Find empty stockings gaping wide!

"Then hewed and whacked and whittled I;
The wife, the girls and Kris took fire;
They spun, sewed, cut, -- till by and by
We made, at home, my pack entire!"

(He handed me a bundle, here.)
"Now, hoist me up: there, gently: quick!
Dear boys, DON'T look for much this year:
Remember, Santa Claus is sick!"...Read more of this...

by Vaughan, Henry
...pride
Now languished and died,
And Bethlem's humble cotes above them stepped
While all her seers slept;
Her cedar, fir, hewed stones and gold were all
Polluted through their fall,
And those once sacred mansions were now
Mere emptiness and show;
This made the angel call at reeds and thatch,
Yet where the shepherds watch,
And God's own lodging (though He could not lack)
To be a common rack;
No costly pride, no soft-clothed luxury
In those thin cells could lie,
Each stirring win...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...e; 'I seye, 
How liketh yow the lettre that ye woot?
Can he ther-on? For, by my trouthe, I noot.'

Therwith al rosy hewed tho wex she,
And gan to humme, and seyde, 'So I trowe.'
'Aquyte him wel, for goddes love,' quod he; 
'My-self to medes wol the lettre sowe.'
And held his hondes up, and sat on knowe,
'Now, goode nece, be it never so lyte,
Yif me the labour, it to sowe and plyte.'

'Ye, for I can so wryte,' quod she tho; 
'And eek I noot what I sholde to him...Read more of this...

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