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Famous Miracles Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Sidney, Sir Philip
...
Whose force, but yours, the bolts of beautie thunders!
To you, to you, all song of praise is due,
Only with you not miracles are wonders.

Doubt you, to whome my Muse these notes intendeth,
Which now my breast, oercharg'd, to musicke lendeth!
To you, to you, all song of praise is due:
Only in you my song begins and endeth.


Second Song.


Haue I caught my heau'nly iewell,
Teaching Sleepe most faire to be!
Now will I teach her that she,
When she ...Read more of this...



by Lanier, Sidney
...at inward lean
To join their radiant amplitudes of green
I slowly move, with ranging looks that pass
Up from the matted miracles of grass
Into yon veined complex of space
Where sky and leafage interlace
So close, the heaven of blue is seen
Inwoven with a heaven of green.

I wander to the zigzag-cornered fence
Where sassafras, intrenched in brambles dense,
Contests with stolid vehemence
The march of culture, setting limb and thorn
As pikes against the army of the corn....Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...hrough yesterday 
Reviled thee, and hath wrought on Lancelot now 
To lend thee horse and shield: wonders ye have done; 
Miracles ye cannot: here is glory enow 
In having flung the three: I see thee maimed, 
Mangled: I swear thou canst not fling the fourth.' 

'And wherefore, damsel? tell me all ye know. 
You cannot scare me; nor rough face, or voice, 
Brute bulk of limb, or boundless savagery 
Appal me from the quest.' 

'Nay, Prince,' she cried, 
'God wot, I neve...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...se disloyal life 
Hath wrought confusion in the Table Round 
Which good King Arthur founded, years ago, 
With signs and miracles and wonders, there 
At Camelot, ere the coming of the Queen.' 

Then thought the Queen within herself again, 
`Will the child kill me with her foolish prate?' 
But openly she spake and said to her, 
`O little maid, shut in by nunnery walls, 
What canst thou know of Kings and Tables Round, 
Or what of signs and wonders, but the signs 
And simple ...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...radios, tons! lifting the city to 
 Heaven which exists and is everywhere about 
 us! 
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! 
 gone down the American river! 
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole 
 boatload of sensitive bullshit! 
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! 
 gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! De- 
 spairs! Ten years' animal screams and suicides! 
 Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on 
 the rocks of Time!...Read more of this...



by Neruda, Pablo
...holds the cut of the lemon,
half a world
on a trencher,
the gold of the universe
wells
to your touch:
a cup yellow
with miracles,
a breast and a nipple
perfuming the earth;
a flashing made fruitage,
the diminutive fire of a planet....Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...evangelize the nations, then on all 
Baptized, shall them with wonderous gifts endue 
To speak all tongues, and do all miracles, 
As did their Lord before them. Thus they win 
Great numbers of each nation to receive 
With joy the tidings brought from Heaven: At length 
Their ministry performed, and race well run, 
Their doctrine and their story written left, 
They die; but in their room, as they forewarn, 
Wolves shall succeed for teachers, grievous wolves, 
Who all the ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...is no more rank to me than death is. 

I believe in the flesh and the appetites; 
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a
 miracle. 

Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d
 from;
The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer; 
This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds. 

If I worship one thing more than another, it shall be the spread of my own body,
 or any pa...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...nk heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all great poems also; 
I think I could stop here myself, and do miracles; 
(My judgments, thoughts, I henceforth try by the open air, the road;)
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like
 me; 
I think whoever I see must be happy. 

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From this hour, freedom! 
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, 
Going where I list, my own master, total a...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact, 
And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound
 as any. 

I will not make poems with reference to parts; 
But I will make leaves, poems, poemets, songs, says, thoughts with reference to
 ensemble:
And I will not sing with reference to a day, but with reference to all days; 
And I will not make a poem, nor the least part of a poem, but has reference to
 the Soul; 
(Because, ...Read more of this...

by Seeger, Alan
...,
Be thou my tablet on the temple wall!
Among the pious testimonials there,
Witness how sweetly on my heart as well
The miracles of dawn and starry evening fell!

Speak of one then who had the lust to feel,
And, from the hues that far horizons take,
And cloud and sunset, drank the wild appeal,
Too deep to live for aught but life's sweet sake,
Whose only motive was the will to kneel
Where Beauty's purest benediction spake,
Who only coveted what grove and field
And sunshine and...Read more of this...

by Nin, Anais
...entful of controls, disillusioned with a God who had not granted my prayers (the return of my father), who performed no miracles, who left me fatherless in a strange country, I rejected all Catholicism with exaggeration. Goodness, virtue, charity, submission, stifled me. I took up the words of Lawrence: "They stress only pain, sacrifice, suffering and death. They do not dwell enough on the resurrection, on joy and life in the present." Today I feel my past lik...Read more of this...

by Blake, William
...en idle, or the less 
About His Father’s business? 
Or was His wisdom held in scorn 
Before His wrath began to burn 
In miracles throughout the land, 
That quite unnerv’d the Seraph band? 
If He had been Antichrist, Creeping Jesus, 
He’d have done anything to please us; 
Gone sneaking into synagogues, 
And not us’d the Elders and Priests like dogs; 
But humble as a lamb or ass 
Obey’d Himself to Caiaphas. 
God wants not man to humble himself: 
That is the trick of the Anc...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...istress through a telescope!

What profit if this scientific age
Burst through our gates with all its retinue
Of modern miracles! Can it assuage
One lover's breaking heart? what can it do
To make one life more beautiful, one day
More godlike in its period? but now the Age of Clay

Returns in horrid cycle, and the earth
Hath borne again a noisy progeny
Of ignorant Titans, whose ungodly birth
Hurls them against the august hierarchy
Which sat upon Olympus; to the Dust
They have ...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...sius,--`for in sooth 
These ancient books--and they would win thee--teem, 
Only I find not there this Holy Grail, 
With miracles and marvels like to these, 
Not all unlike; which oftentime I read, 
Who read but on my breviary with ease, 
Till my head swims; and then go forth and pass 
Down to the little thorpe that lies so close, 
And almost plastered like a martin's nest 
To these old walls--and mingle with our folk; 
And knowing every honest face of theirs 
As well as ever ...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...d how great a lord is he!
Against his might there gaine* none obstacles, *avail, conquer
He may be called a god for his miracles
For he can maken at his owen guise
Of every heart, as that him list devise.
Lo here this Arcite, and this Palamon,
That quietly were out of my prison,
And might have lived in Thebes royally,
And weet* I am their mortal enemy, *knew
And that their death li'th in my might also,
And yet hath love, *maugre their eyen two*, *in spite of their eyes*
Y...Read more of this...

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...oves of the magnet,
Follows the tune through the air, follows through ether the ray,
Seeks the familiar law in chance's miracles dreaded,
Looks for the ne'er-changing pole in the phenomena's flight.
Bodies and voices are lent by writing to thought ever silent,
Over the centuries' stream bears it the eloquent page.
Then to the wondering gaze dissolves the cloud of the fancy,
And the vain phantoms of night yield to the dawning of day.
Man now breaks through his fett...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...visitations
To vigilies,* and to processions, *festival-eves22
To preachings eke, and to these pilgrimages,
To plays of miracles, and marriages,
And weared upon me gay scarlet gites.* *gowns
These wormes, nor these mothes, nor these mites
On my apparel frett* them never a deal** *fed **whit
And know'st thou why? for they were used* well. *worn
Now will I telle forth what happen'd me:
I say, that in the fieldes walked we,
Till truely we had such dalliance,
This clerk a...Read more of this...

by Plath, Sylvia
...are the clear bright colors of the nursery,
The talking ducks, the happy lambs.
I am simple again. I believe in miracles.
I do not believe in those terrible children
Who injure my sleep with their white eyes, their fingerless hands.
They are not mine. They do not belong to me.

I shall meditate upon normality.
I shall meditate upon my little son.
He does not walk. He does not speak a word.
He is still swaddled in white bands.
But he...Read more of this...

by Swift, Jonathan
...avely running priestcraft down:
He shows, as sure as God's in Gloucester,
That Moses was a grand imposter;
That all his miracles were cheats,
Performed as jugglers do their feats.
The church had never such a writer;
A shame he has not got a mitre!"

Suppose me dead; and then suppose
A club assembled at the Rose;
Where, from discourse of this and that,
I grow the subject of their chat.
And while they toss my name about,
With favour some, and some without,
One, quite in...Read more of this...

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