Famous Hooped Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Hooped poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous hooped poems. These examples illustrate what a famous hooped poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...apon. (ll. 1659-64)
“Then I slew in that conflict, when I was given a moment,
the guardian of that house. Then that hooped blade,
that battle-bill burned up, when that blood burst out,
the hottest of war-sweat. I carried the hilt from there,
from my enemies, avenging those dastardly deeds,
death-killing of the Danes, as was appropriate. (ll. 1665-70)
“I promise you that you may slumber in Heorot
without sorrow, among your company of warriors
and all of your thane...Read more of this...
by
Anonymous,
...tched minds, there is no gold that may
Grant that ye seek; no war, no peace, no strife.
No, no, although thy head were hooped with gold,
Sergeant with mace, hawbert, sword, nor knife,
Cannot repulse the care that follow should.
Each kind of life hath with him his disease.
Live in delight even as thy lust would,
And thou shalt find, when lust doth most thee please,
It irketh straight and by itself doth fade.
A small thing it is that may thy mind appease.
None of ye all the...Read more of this...
by
Wyatt, Sir Thomas
...of a needle's eye;
Things unborn, things that are gone,
From needle's eye still goad it on.
XII. Meru
Civilisation is hooped together, brought
Under a mle, under the semblance of peace
By manifold illusion; but man's life is thought,
And he, despite his terror, cannot cease
Ravening through century after century,
Ravening, raging, and uprooting that he may come
Into the desolation of reality:
Egypt and Greece, good-bye, and good-bye, Rome!
Hermits upon Mount Meru or Everest...Read more of this...
by
Yeats, William Butler
...The moon's a brass-hooped water-keg,
A wondrous water-feast.
If I could climb the ridge and drink
And give drink to my beast;
If I could drain that keg, the flies
Would not be biting so,
My burning feet be spry again,
My mule no longer slow.
And I could rise and dig for ore,
And reach my fatherland,
And not be food for ants and hawks
And perish in the sand....Read more of this...
by
Lindsay, Vachel
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