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Famous Imp Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...t still in Friendships’ guarded guise,
 For more the demon fear’d to do.


That heart, already more than lost,
 The imp beleaguer’d all perdue;
For frowning Honour kept his post—
 To meet that frown, he shrunk to do.


His pangs the Bard refused to own,
 Tho’ half he wish’d Clarinda knew;
But Anguish wrung the unweeting groan—
 Who blames what frantic Pain must do?


That heart, where motley follies blend,
 Was sternly still to Honour true:
To prove Clarinda’s fondest...Read more of this...



by Burns, Robert
...is in thy gift:
That, plac’d by thee upon the wish’d-for height,
Where, man and nature fairer in her sight,
My Muse may imp her wing for some sublimer flight....Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...EARTH’D up, here lies an imp o’ hell,
 Planted by Satan’s dibble;
Poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’,
 To save the Lord the trouble....Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...vain they search’d when off I march’d
 To go an’ clout the cauldron.
 I’ve taen the gold, &c.


Despise that shrimp, that wither’d imp,
 With a’ his noise an’ cap’rin;
An’ take a share with those that bear
 The budget and the apron!
And by that stowp! my faith an’ houp,
 And by that dear Kilbaigie, 2
If e’er ye want, or meet wi’ scant,
 May I ne’er weet my craigie.
 And by that stowp, &c.


RecitativoThe caird prevail’d—th’ unblushing fair
 In his embraces sun...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...r stations;
Then aff to Begbie’s in a raw,
 An’ pour divine libations
 For joy this day.


Curst Common-sense, that imp o’ hell,
 Cam in wi’ Maggie Lauder; 1
But Oliphant 2 aft made her yell,
 An’ Russell 3 sair misca’d her:
This day Mackinlay 4 taks the flail,
 An’ he’s the boy will blaud her!
He’ll clap a shangan on her tail,
 An’ set the bairns to daud her
 Wi’ dirt this day.


Mak haste an’ turn King David owre,
 And lilt wi’ holy clangor;
O’ double verse come gie...Read more of this...



by Spenser, Edmund
...do reign
The sovereign Powers and mighty Potentates,
Which in their high protections do contain
All mortal princes and imperial states;
And fairer yet, whereas the royal Seats
And heavenly Dominations are set,
From whom all earthly governance is fet.

Yet far more fair be those bright Cherubins,
Which all with golden wings are overdight,
And those eternal burning Seraphins,
Which from their faces dart out fiery light;
Yet fairer than they both, and much more bright,
Be t...Read more of this...

by Spenser, Edmund
...do reign
The sovereign Powers and mighty Potentates,
Which in their high protections do contain
All mortal princes and imperial states;
And fairer yet, whereas the royal Seats
And heavenly Dominations are set,
From whom all earthly governance is fet.

Yet far more fair be those bright Cherubins,
Which all with golden wings are overdight,
And those eternal burning Seraphins,
Which from their faces dart out fiery light;
Yet fairer than they both, and much more bright,
Be t...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne
...all,
75 Who like a miscreant's driven from that place
76 To get his bread with pain and sweat of face.
77 A penalty impos'd on his backsliding Race. 

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78 Here sits our Grand-dame in retired place
79 And in her lap her bloody Cain new born.
80 The weeping Imp oft looks her in the face,
81 Bewails his unknown hap and fate forlorn.
82 His Mother sighs to think of Paradise
83 And how she lost her bliss to be more wise,
84 Believing him that was and is Father ...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Mary Darby
...y with the breezes play'd, 
And shed around a soften'd shade. 
Upon his downy smiling cheek, 
Adorned with many a "dimple sleek," 
Beam'd glowing health and tender blisses, 
His coral lip which teem'd with kisses 
Ripe, glisten'd with ambrosial dew, 
That mock'd the rose's deepest hue.­ 
His quiver on a bough was hung, 
His bow lay carelessly unstrung: 
His breath mild odour scatter'd round, 
His eyes an azure fillet bound: 
On every side did zephyrs play, 
To fan the...Read more of this...

by Herbert, George
...That I became
      Most thin.
      With thee
     Let me combine
   And feel this day thy victory:
   For, if I imp my wing on thine,
 Affliction shall advance the flight in me....Read more of this...

by Robinson, Mary Darby
...y Thee, to some Church-yard's gloom, 
Where beside the mould'ring tomb, 
Restless Spectres glide away, 
Fading in the glimpse of Day; 
Or, where the Virgin ORB of Night, 
Silvers o'er the Forest wide, 
Or across the silent tide, 
Flings her soft, and quiv'ring light: 
Where, beneath some aged Tree, 
Sounds of mournful Melody 
Caught from the NIGHTINGALE's enamour'd Tale, 
Steal on faint Echo's ear, and float upon the gale. 

DREAD POW'R! whose touch magnetic leads 
O'er e...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...and Cytherea's son: 

If answerable style I can obtain 
Of my celestial patroness, who deigns 
Her nightly visitation unimplor'd, 
And dictates to me slumbering; or inspires 
Easy my unpremeditated verse: 
Since first this subject for heroick song 
Pleas'd me long choosing, and beginning late; 
Not sedulous by nature to indite 
Wars, hitherto the only argument 
Heroick deem'd chief mastery to dissect 
With long and tedious havock fabled knights 
In battles feign'd; the better...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...br>

"It's never my own little daughter,
It's never my own," she said;
"The witches have stolen my Anna,
And left me an imp instead.

"Oh, fair and sweet was my baby,
Blue eyes, and hair of gold;
But this is ugly and wrinkled,
Cross, and cunning, and old.

"I hate the touch of her fingers,
I hate the feel of her skin;
It's not the milk from my bosom,
But my blood, that she sucks in.

"My face grows sharp with the torment;
Look! my arms are skin and bone!
Rake open...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...
 Nigh and nigher, 
 Like a fire, 
 Roaring, bright. 
 
 Now, on 'tis sweeping 
 With rattling beat, 
 Like dwarf imp leaping 
 In gallop fleet 
 He flies, he prances, 
 In frolic fancies, 
 On wave-crest dances 
 With pattering feet. 
 
 Hark, the rising swell, 
 With each new burst! 
 Like the tolling bell 
 Of a convent curst; 
 Like the billowy roar 
 On a storm-lashed shore,— 
 Now hushed, but once more 
 Maddening to its worst. 
 
 O God! the deadl...Read more of this...

by Lindsay, Vachel
...mourn?
And do you laugh, when Jim, from Huck apart
Gropes through the rain and night with breaking heart?

But now that imp is here and we can smile,
Jim's child and guardian this long-drawn while.
With knife and heavy gun, a hunter keen,
He stops for squirrel-meat in islands green.
The eternal gamin, sleeping half the day,
Then stripped and sleek, a river-fish at play.
And then well-dressed, ashore, he sees life spilt.
The river-bank is one bright crazy-quilt...Read more of this...

by Cook, Eliza
...eeps. 

And now his wandering feet can reach 
The rugged tracks of the desolate beach;
Creeping about like a Triton imp, 
To find the haunts of the crab and shrimp. 
He clings, with none to guide or help, 
To the furthest ridge of slippery kelp; 
And his bold heart glows while he stands and mocks
The seamew’s cry on the jutting rocks. 

Few years have wan’d—and now he stands 
Bareheaded on the shelving sands. 
A boat is moor’d, but his young hands cope 
Right ...Read more of this...

by Holmes, Oliver Wendell
...h them! 
I saw the wide and ghastly rents
Where demon claws had torn them; 
A hole was in their amplest part, 
As if an imp had worn them.

I have had many happy years, 
And tailors kind and clever, 
But those young pantaloons have gone
Forever and forever! 
And not till fate has cut the last 
Of all my earthly stitches, 
This aching heart shall cease to mourn 
My loved, my long-lost breeches!...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...brings
 Victory home, while new Rebellions raise
 Their Hydra-heads, and the false North displays
 Her broken League to Imp her Serpent Wings:
O yet! a Nobler task awaits thy Hand,
 For what can War, but Acts of War still breed
 Till injur'd Truth from Violence be freed;
And publick Faith be rescu'd from the Brand
 Of publick Fraud; in vain doth Valour bleed,
 While Avarice and Rapine shares the Land....Read more of this...

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