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Famous Lightens Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...pride o’ sinny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,
 All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the Minstrel in the moment
 Fancy lightens in his e’e,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
 That thy presence gies to me....Read more of this...



by Burns, Robert
...with thundering fate,
 Crush’d Usurpation’s boldest daring!—
Dark-quench’d as yonder sinking star,
No more that glance lightens afar;
That palsied arm no more whirls on the waste of war....Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...ll has blest me with a friend,
 In ev’ry care and ill;
And oft a more endearing band—
 A tie more tender still.
 It lightens, it brightens
 The tenebrific scene,
 To meet with, and greet with
 My Davie, or my Jean!


O, how that name inspires my style!
The words come skelpin, rank an’ file,
 Amaist before I ken!
The ready measure rins as fine,
As Phoebus an’ the famous Nine
 Were glowrin owre my pen.
My spaviet Pegasus will limp,
 Till ance he’s fairly het;
And then h...Read more of this...

by Petrarch, Francesco
...or his evening trade,And all the weight his burthen'd heart concealsLightens with glad discourse or descant rude;Then spreads his board with food,Such as the forest hoarTo our first fathers bore,By us disdain'd, yet praised in hall and bower,[Pg 51]Read more of this...

by Russell, George William
...is weary now;
’Tis the twilight of the ages and it’s time to quit the plough.
Oh, the very sunlight’s weary ere it lightens up the dew,
And its gold is changed and faded before it falls to you.


“Though your colleen’s heart be tender, a tenderer heart is near.
What’s the starlight in her glances when the stars are shining clear?
Who would kiss the fading shadow when the flower-face glows above?
’Tis the beauty of all Beauty that is calling for your love.”


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by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...a, set in the sand's red sea,
Lifts loftier her head than the red sand's drift.

And far to the fair south-westward lightens,
Girdled and sandalled and plumed with flowers,
At sunset over the love-lit lands,
The hill-side's crown where the wild hill brightens,
Saint Fina's town of the Beautiful Towers,
Hailing the sun with a hundred hands.

Land of us all that have loved thee dearliest,
Mother of men that were lords of man,
Whose name in the world's heart work a spell...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...h from the sky,
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow behind
That lightens o'er the heart....Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...e?

Be neither song, nor game, nor feast;
Nor harp be touch'd, nor flute be blown;
No dance, no motion, save alone
What lightens in the lucid east

Of rising worlds by yonder wood.
Long sleeps the summer in the seed;
Run out your measured arcs, and lead
The closing cycle rich in good....Read more of this...

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...oozer, all down at heel; 
But he straightens up when he's asked to tell 
His name and race, and a flash of steel 
Still lightens up in those eyes of blue -- 
"I am, or -- no, I was -- Jim Carew."...Read more of this...

by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...
Put in the sickles and reap.

In the mists of the day-dawn white
That roll round the morning star,
The large flame lightens and grows
Till the red-gold harvest-rows,
Full-grown, are full of the light
As the spirits of strong men are,
Crying, Who shall slumber or sleep?
Who put back morning or mar?
Put in the sickles and reap.

Till the red-gold harvest-rows
For miles through shudder and shine
In the wind's breath, fed with the sun,
A thousand spear-heads as one
Bowed...Read more of this...

by Voznesensky, Andrei
...anisters are lit so he can walk. 

 I'm waiting for my friend. The times are dull and tough. 
 Anticipation lightens our life. 

 He's driving down the Ring Road, at full speed, 
 the way I did it when he was in need. 

 He will arrive to find the spot at once, 
 the pine is lit well in advance. 

 There is a dog. His eyes are phosphorescent. 
 Are you a friend? I see you're not complacent... 

 Some headlights push the darkness off...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...may be; but, long since with woe
Nearer acquainted, now I feel by proof 
That fellowship in pain divides not smart,
Nor lightens aught each man's peculiar load;
Small consolation, then, were Man adjoined.
This wounds me most (what can it less?) that Man,
Man fallen, shall be restored, I never more."
 To whom our Saviour sternly thus replied:—
"Deservedly thou griev'st, composed of lies
From the beginning, and in lies wilt end,
Who boast'st release from Hell, and leave...Read more of this...

by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...sea-winds and stormy seasons wasting
Cliffs and downs,

These, or ever man was, were: the same sky frowns,
Laughs, and lightens, as before his soul, forecasting
Times to be, conceived such hopes as time discrowns.

These we loved of old: but now for me the blasting
Breath of death makes dull the bright small seaward towns,
Clothes with human change these all but everlasting
Cliffs and downs....Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...rting to delay; 
 Brightly they beamed, then left a cheerless space, 
 Like an o'erclouded smile, that in the face 
 Lightens, and fades away. 
 
 Fraser's Magazine 


 




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by Voznesensky, Andrei
...hit the hay 
 and sleep the whole night in a similar way. 

 There's the golden Moon with a double shine. 
 It lightens your land and it lightens mine. 

 At the same low price, that is for free, 
 there's the sunrise for you and the sunset for me. 

 The wind is cool at the break of day, 
 it's neither your fault nor mine, anyway. 

 Behind your lies and behind my lies 
 there is pain and love for our Motherlands. 

 I wish in your land and mine some...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...hade the more, one ray the less, 
Had half impaired the nameless grace 
Which waves in every raven tress, 
Or softly lightens o'er her face; 
Where thoughts serenely sweet express, 
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. 

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, 
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, 
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 
But tell of days in goodness spent, 
A mind at peace with all below, 
A heart whose love is innocent!...Read more of this...

by Seeger, Alan
...cent dyes, 
The fair world glistens, and in after days 
The memory of kind lips and laughing eyes 
Lives in my step and lightens all my face, -- 
So they who found the Earthly Paradise 
Still breathed, returned, of that sweet, joyful place....Read more of this...

by Russell, George William
...the fields of men.


In the dark tarn of my spirit, love, the morning star, is lit;
And its halo, ever brightening, lightens into dawn in it.
Love, a pearl-grey dawn in darkness, breathing peace without desire;
But I fain would shun the burning terrors of the mid-day fire.


Through the faint and tender airs of twilight star on star may gaze,
But the eyes of light are blinded in the white flame of the days,
From the heat that melts together oft a rarer essence sli...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...Torn from the lintel--all the common wrong-- 
A smoke go up through which I loom to her 
Three times a monster: now she lightens scorn 
At him that mars her plan, but then would hate 
(And every voice she talked with ratify it, 
And every face she looked on justify it) 
The general foe. More soluble is this knot, 
By gentleness than war. I want her love. 
What were I nigher this although we dashed 
Your cities into shards with catapults, 
She would not love;--or b...Read more of this...

by Seeger, Alan
...nor turn to ill. 


As when, reclining on some verdant hill -- 
What season the hot sun least veils his power 
That lightens all, and in that gloaming hour 
The fly resigns to the shrill gnat -- even then, 
As rustic, looking down, sees, o'er the glen, 
Vineyard, or tilth where lies his husbandry, 
Fireflies innumerable sparkle: so to me, 
Come where its mighty depth unfolded, straight 
With flames no fewer seemed to scintillate 
The shades of the eighth pit. And as t...Read more of this...

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