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Famous Merry Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Pope, Alexander
...
Pride, Malice, Folly, against Dryden rose,
In various Shapes of Parsons, Criticks, Beaus;
But Sense surviv'd, when merry Jests were past;
For rising Merit will buoy up at last.
Might he return, and bless once more our Eyes,
New Blackmores and new Milbourns must arise;
Nay shou'd great Homer lift his awful Head,
Zoilus again would start up from the Dead.
Envy will Merit as its Shade pursue,
But like a Shadow, proves the Substance true;
For envy'd Wit, like Sol Ecl...Read more of this...



by Keats, John
...of purple hue--
 'Twas Bacchus and his crew!
The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills
From kissing cymbals made a merry din--
 'Twas Bacchus and his kin!
Like to a moving vintage down they came,
Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame;
All madly dancing through the pleasant valley,
 To scare thee, Melancholy!
O then, O then, thou wast a simple name!
And I forgot thee, as the berried holly
By shepherds is forgotten, when, in June,
Tall chesnuts keep away the su...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...row
Fall on this house and hearth; for this is the night of the contract.
Built are the house and the barn. The merry lads of the village
Strongly have built them and well; and, breaking the glebe round about them,
Filled the barn with hay, and the house with food for a twelvemonth.
Rene Leblanc will be here anon, with his papers and inkhorn.
Shall we not then be glad, and rejoice in the joy of our children?"
As apart by the window she stood, with her hand in ...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...etter choice all accidents could hit, 
While Hector Harry steers by Will the Wit. 
They both accept the charge with merry glee, 
To fight a battle, from all gunshot free. 
Pleased with their numbers, yet in valour wise, 
They feign a parley, better to surprise; 
They that ere long shall the rude Dutch upbraid, 
Who in the time of treaty durst invade. 

Thick was the morning, and the House was thin, 
The Speaker early, when they all fell in. 
Propitious heavens...Read more of this...

by Gibran, Kahlil
...ung man saying, "Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future; be merry, for the sparkling days rejoice with us. 

"My soul is warning me of the doubt in your heart, for doubt in love is a sin. "Soon you will be the owner of this vast land, lighted by this beautiful moon; soon you will be the mistress of my palace, and all the servants and maids will obey your commands. 

"Smile, my beloved, like the gold smile...Read more of this...



by Wordsworth, William
...>  But still be true 'till I am dead,  My pretty thing! then thou shalt sing,  As merry as the birds in spring.   Thy father cares not for my breast,  'Tis thine, sweet baby, there to rest:  'Tis all thine own! and if its hue  Be changed, that was so fair to view,  'Tis fair enough for thee, my dove!  My beauty, little child, is flown; &nbs...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...sands of
 globes,
 and all time. 

2
O the engineer’s joys!
To go with a locomotive! 
To hear the hiss of steam—the merry shriek—the steam-whistle—the laughing
 locomotive! 
To push with resistless way, and speed off in the distance. 

O the gleesome saunter over fields and hill-sides! 
The leaves and flowers of the commonest weeds—the moist fresh stillness of the woods,
The exquisite smell of the earth at day-break, and all through the forenoon. 

O the horseman’...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...e woods are filled with gods we fancied slain.
Long time I watched, and surely hoped to see
Some goat-foot Pan make merry minstrelsy
Amid the reeds! some startled Dryad-maid
In girlish flight! or lurking in the glade,
The soft brown limbs, the wanton treacherous face
Of woodland god! Queen Dian in the chase,
White-limbed and terrible, with look of pride,
And leash of boar-hounds leaping at her side!
Or Hylas mirrored in the perfect stream.

O idle heart! O fond Hellen...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...d,
Sad when he held the harp.

For the great Gaels of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry,
And all their songs are sad.

He kept the Roman order,
He made the Christian sign;
But his eyes grew often blind and bright,
And the sea that rose in the rocks at night
Rose to his head like wine.

He made the sign of the cross of God,
He knew the Roman prayer,
But he had unreason in his heart
Because of the gods that were.

Even they that...Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...man-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, kn...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...d not inelegantly disposed. 

(17) It has been much doubted whether the notes of this "Lover of the rose are sad or merry; and Mr Fox's remarks on the subject have provoked some learned controversy as to the opinions of the ancients on the subject. I dare not venture a conjecture on the point, though a little inclined to the "errare [m?]alleum," &c., if Mr Fox was mistaken. 

[Transcriber's note: the print impression I am working from is poor and in places not...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...Alice, and laughing Allegra, 
And Edith with golden hair. 

A whisper, and then a silence: 
Yet I know by their merry eyes 
They are plotting and planning together 
To take me by surprise. 

A sudden rush from the stairway, 
A sudden raid from the hall! 
By three doors left unguarded 
They enter my castle wall! 

They climb up into my turret 
O'er the arms and back of my chair; 
If I try to escape, they surround me; 
They seem to be everywhere. 

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by Wordsworth, William
...bsp; At once that he is poor.  Full five and twenty years he lived  A running huntsman merry;  And, though he has but one eye left,  His cheek is like a cherry.   No man like him the horn could sound,  And no man was so full of glee;  To say the least, four counties round.  Had heard of Simon Lee;  His master's dead, and no one now ...Read more of this...

by Masefield, John
...to see me fight; 
The five and forty human faces 
Inflamed by drink and going to races, 
Faces of men who'd never been 
Merry or true or live or clean; 
Who'd never felt the boxer's trim 
Of brain divinely knit to limb, 
Nor felt the whole live body go 
One tingling health from top to toe; 
Nor took a punch nor given a swing, 
But just soaked dead round the ring 
Until their brains and bloods were foul 
Enough to make their throttles howl, 
While we whom Jesus died to teach 
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by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...de me sure the Quest was not for me; 
For I was much awearied of the Quest: 
But found a silk pavilion in a field, 
And merry maidens in it; and then this gale 
Tore my pavilion from the tenting-pin, 
And blew my merry maidens all about 
With all discomfort; yea, and but for this, 
My twelvemonth and a day were pleasant to me." 

`He ceased; and Arthur turned to whom at first 
He saw not, for Sir Bors, on entering, pushed 
Athwart the throng to Lancelot, caught his hand, ...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...nd Betty listens, glad to hear it.   Away she hies to Susan Gale:  And Johnny's in a merry tune,  The owlets hoot, the owlets purr,  And Johnny's lips they burr, burr, burr,  And on he goes beneath the moon.   His steed and he right well agree,  For of this pony there's a rumour,  That should he lose his eyes and ears,  And should he live...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...
Upon a night in sleep as he him laid,
Him thought how that the winged god Mercury
Before him stood, and bade him to be merry.
His sleepy yard* in hand he bare upright; *rod 
A hat he wore upon his haires bright.
Arrayed was this god (as he took keep*) *notice
As he was when that Argus took his sleep;
And said him thus: "To Athens shalt thou wend*; *go
There is thee shapen* of thy woe an end." *fixed, prepared
And with that word Arcite woke and start.
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by Scott, Sir Walter
...gave response.
     A hundred dogs bayed deep and strong,
     Clattered a hundred steeds along,
     Their peal the merry horns rung out,
     A hundred voices joined the shout;
     With hark and whoop and wild halloo,
     No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew.
     Far from the tumult fled the roe,
     Close in her covert cowered the doe,
     The falcon, from her cairn on high,
     Cast on the rout a wondering eye,
     Till far beyond her piercing ken
     The...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...'d with *ambes ace,* *two aces*
But with *six-cinque*, that runneth for your chance; *six-five*
At Christenmass well merry may ye dance.

Ye seeke land and sea for your winnings,
As wise folk ye knowen all th' estate
Of regnes*; ye be fathers of tidings, *kingdoms
And tales, both of peace and of debate*: *contention, war
I were right now of tales desolate*, *barren, empty.
But that a merchant, gone in many a year,
Me taught a tale, which ye shall after hear.

I...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...ho shall 
It be?' Then Satan answer'd, 'There are many; 
But you may choose Jack Wilkes as well as any.' 

LXVI 

A merry, cock-eyed, curious-looking sprite 
Upon the instant started from the throng, 
Dress'd in a fashion now forgotten quite; 
For all the fashions of the flesh stick long 
By people in the next world; where unite 
All the costumes since Adam's, right or wrong, 
From Eve's fig-leaf down to the petticoat, 
Almost as scanty, of days less remote. 

LXVII 
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