Famous Lunged Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Lunged poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous lunged poems. These examples illustrate what a famous lunged poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...would seem to pray and sometimes seem to curse,
And bent above, with eyes of love, yet ever she grew worse.
And as we plunged and leapt and lunged, her face was plucked with pain,
And I could feel his nerves of steel a-quiver at the strain.
And in the night he gripped me tight as I lay fast asleep:
"The river's kicking like a steer . . . run out the forward sweep!
That's Hell-gate Canyon right ahead; I know of old its roar,
And . . . I'll be damned! the ice is jammed! We've ...Read more of this...
by
Service, Robert William
...d
Through the lens
And lay on the sand.
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The 3D film
Came to ‘The Princess’
And when the huge
Hypodermic lunged
From the screen
Margaret clutched
At me convulsively.
The feast at
Hunslet Moor
Roared its music
Into the night
We passed over
The bridge out
Of sight of
The streets, past
Hudswell Clark’s
Giant doors, past
The war day-nursery
We stopped at
The railway crossing
At the wheel
Which could not
Be turned and
Tried to turn it,
The h...Read more of this...
by
Tebb, Barry
...my trust.
It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
We exchanged blind words,
and I did not cry,
and I did not beg,
blackness lunged in my heart,
and something that had been good,
a sort of kindly oxygen,
turned into a gas oven.
Do you like me?
How absurd!
What's a question like that?
What's a silence like that?
And what am I hanging around for,
riddled with what his silence said?...Read more of this...
by
Sexton, Anne
...the world so fine--
Such fullness of fur as black as the night, such lustre, such size, such shine;
It's life to a one-lunged man like me; it's London, it's women, it's wine.
"The Moose-hides called it the devil-fox, and swore that no man could kill;
That he who hunted it, soon or late, must surely suffer some ill;
But I laughed at them and their old squaw-tales. Ha! Ha! I'm laughing still.
"For look ye, the skin--it's as smooth as sin, and black as the core of the Pit.
By...Read more of this...
by
Service, Robert William
...ht gave way;
And when he knew the sword of Manannan
Amid the shades of night, he changed and ran
Through many shapes; I lunged at the smooth throat
Of a great eel; it changed, and I but smote
A fir-tree roaring in its leafless top;
And thereupon I drew the livid chop
Of a drowned dripping body to my breast;
Horror from horror grew; but when the west
Had surged up in a plumy fire, I drave
Through heart and spine; and cast him in the wave
Lest Niamh shudder.
Full of hope and ...Read more of this...
by
Yeats, William Butler
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