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Famous On The Ground Poems by Famous Poets

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by Mayakovsky, Vladimir
Now, with a couple more, 
it darted about in a desperate dance. 

The plaster on the ground floor crashed. 

big nerves, 
tiny nerves, 
many nerves! ¨C 
galloped madly 
till soon 
their legs gave way. 

But night oozed and oozed through the room ¨C 
and the eye, weighed down, could not slither out of 
the slime. 

The doors suddenly banged ta-ra-bang, 
as though the hotel¡¯s teeth 
...Read More

by Smart, Christopher
...s the horse upon his speed; 
Strong in pursuit the rapid glede,
 Which makes at once his game: 
Strong the tall ostrich on the ground; 
Strong through the turbulent profound 
 Shoots xiphias to his aim.

Strong is the lion—like a coal 
His eyeball—like a bastion's mole
 His chest against his foes: 
Strong, the gier-eagle on his sail, 
Strong against tide, th'enormous whale 
 Emerges as he goes. 

But stronger still in earth and air, 
And in the sea, t...Read More

by Browning, Robert
...lers like this 
"Oppugn my life: he tries one kind of fence, 
"I close, he's worsted, that's enough for him. 
"He's on the ground: if ground should break away 
"I take my stand on, there's a firmer yet 
"Beneath it, both of us may sink and reach. 
"His ground was over mine and broke the first: 
"So, let him sit with me this many a year!" 

He did not sit five minutes. Just a week 
Sufficed his sudden healthy vehemence. 
Something had struck him in the "Outward...Read More

by Coleridge, Samuel Taylor I went
To search out what might there be found;
And what the sweet bird's trouble meant,
That thus lay fluttering on the ground.
I went and peered, and could descry
No cause for her distressful cry;
But yet for her dear lady's sake
I stooped, methought, the dove to take,
When lo! I saw a bright green snake
Coiled around its wings and neck.
Green as the herbs on which it couched,
Close by the dove's its head it crouched;
And with the dove it heaves and s...Read More

by Milton, John if he be, with dauntless hardihood
And brandished blade rush on him: break his glass,
And shed the luscious liquor on the ground;
But seize his wand. Though he and his curst crew
Fierce sign of battle make, and menace high,
Or, like the sons of Vulcan, vomit smoke,
Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.
 ELD. BRO. Thyrsis, lead on apace; I'll follow thee;
And some good angel bear a shield before us!

The Scene changes to a stately palace, set out wi...Read More

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...ted when the blood appears, 
With warlike yells, high in the air they bound, 
Then in a deathlike trance fall prostrate on the ground.

They wake to tell weird stories of the dead, 
While fresh performers to the ring are led.
The sacred nature of the dance is lost, 
War is their cry, red war, at any cost.
Insane for blood they wait for no command, 
But plunge marauding through the frightened land.
Their demon hearts on devils' pleasures bent, 
For ...Read More

by Keats, John
...oo ripe,
Let his divinity o'er-flowing die
In music, through the vales of Thessaly:
Some idly trailed their sheep-hooks on the ground,
And some kept up a shrilly mellow sound
With ebon-tipped flutes: close after these,
Now coming from beneath the forest trees,
A venerable priest full soberly,
Begirt with ministring looks: alway his eye
Stedfast upon the matted turf he kept,
And after him his sacred vestments swept.
From his right hand there swung a vase, milk-white,
Of mi...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord, 'Well-stricken, kitchen-knave!' 
Till Gareth's shield was cloven; but one stroke 
Laid him that clove it grovelling on the ground. 

Then cried the fallen, 'Take not my life: I yield.' 
And Gareth, 'So this damsel ask it of me 
Good--I accord it easily as a grace.' 
She reddening, 'Insolent scullion: I of thee? 
I bound to thee for any favour asked!' 
'Then he shall die.' And Gareth there unlaced 
His helmet as to slay him, but she shrieked, 
'Be not so ha...Read More

by Shakespeare, William
...l I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare....Read More

by Milton, John
...t the Soldan's chair 
Defied the best of Paynim chivalry 
To mortal combat, or career with lance), 
Thick swarmed, both on the ground and in the air, 
Brushed with the hiss of rustling wings. As bees 
In spring-time, when the Sun with Taurus rides. 
Pour forth their populous youth about the hive 
In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers 
Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank, 
The suburb of their straw-built citadel, 
New rubbed with balm, expatiate, and conf...Read More

by Milton, John
...e enemy of mankind, enclosed 
In serpent, inmate bad! and toward Eve 
Addressed his way: not with indented wave, 
Prone on the ground, as since; but on his rear, 
Circular base of rising folds, that towered 
Fold above fold, a surging maze! his head 
Crested aloft, and carbuncle his eyes; 
With burnished neck of verdant gold, erect 
Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass 
Floated redundant: pleasing was his shape 
And lovely; never since of serpent-kind 
Lovelier, not ...Read More

by Milton, John
...Accompanied; with damps, and dreadful gloom; 
Which to his evil conscience represented 
All things with double terrour: On the ground 
Outstretched he lay, on the cold ground; and oft 
Cursed his creation; Death as oft accused 
Of tardy execution, since denounced 
The day of his offence. Why comes not Death, 
Said he, with one thrice-acceptable stroke 
To end me? Shall Truth fail to keep her word, 
Justice Divine not hasten to be just? 
But Death comes not at call; Justic...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar
...all lance-like reeds wave sadly o'er his head,
And oleanders bloom to deeper red,
Where his bright youth flowed crimson on the ground.

Look farther north unto that broken mound, -
There, prisoned now within a lordly tomb
Raised by a daughter's hand, in lonely gloom,
Huge-limbed Theodoric, the Gothic king,
Sleeps after all his weary conquering.
Time hath not spared his ruin, - wind and rain
Have broken down his stronghold; and again
We see that Death is mighty lord of...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...-hives range on a gray bench in the garden, half hid by the high weeds;

Where band-neck’d partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads
Where burial coaches enter the arch’d gates of a cemetery;
Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees; 
Where the yellow-crown’d heron comes to the edge of the marsh at night and
 feeds upon small crabs; 
Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon; 
Where the katy-did works her...Read More

by Lanier, Sidney
...nd `Strange,' quoth Mind,
`We saw it, and yet 'tis hard to find,
-- But we saw it,' quoth Sense and Mind.
Stretched on the ground, beautiful-crowned
Of the piteous willow that wreathed above,
`But I cannot find where ye have found
Hell,' quoth Love."

Baltimore, 1878-9.

IV. Tyranny.

"Spring-germs, spring-germs,
I charge you by your life, go back to death.
This glebe is sick, this wind is foul of breath.
Stay: feed the worms.

"Oh! eve...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
...ackbird whistles, how sharp, how shrill!
And the great trees toss
And leaves blow down,
You can almost hear them splash on the ground.
The whistle again:
It is double and loud!
The leaves are splashing,
And water is dashing
Over those creepers, for they are shrouds;
And men are running up them to furl the sails,
For there is a capful of wind to-day,
And we are already well under way.
The deck is aslant in the bubbling breeze.
"Theodore, please.
Oh, Dear, how y...Read More

by Carroll, Lewis
...nted till darkness came on, but they found
 Not a button, or feather, or mark,
By which they could tell that they stood on the ground
 Where the Baker had met with the Snark.

In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
 In the midst of his laughter and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away---
 For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.

THE END....Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
     His mother, Douglas, and the Graeme,
     And Ellen too; then cast around
     His eyes, then fixed them on the ground,
     As studying phrase that might avail
     Best to convey unpleasant tale.
     Long with his dagger's hilt he played,
     Then raised his haughty brow, and said:—

     'Short be my speech;—nor time affords,
     Nor my plain temper, glozing words.
     Kinsman and father,—if such name
     Douglas vouchsafe to Rode...Read More

by Wordsworth, William
...gain,  And, as I am a man,  Instead of jutting crag, I found  A woman seated on the ground. XIX.   I did not speak—I saw her face,  In truth it was enough for me;  I turned about and heard her cry,  "O misery! O misery!"  And there she sits, until the moon  Through half the clear blue sky will go,  And when the little...Read More

by Carver, Raymond
...This morning was something. A little snow
lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear
blue sky. The sea was blue, and blue-green,
as far as the eye could see.
Scarcely a ripple. Calm. I dressed and went
for a walk -- determined not to return
until I took in what Nature had to offer.
I passed close to some old, bent-over trees.
Crossed a field strewn with rocks
where snow ha...Read More

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