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Famous Over The Hill Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Anonymous,
...oment too late,—that string in your billWould have fastened it firmly and strong;But see, there it goes rolling over the hill!Oh! you tarried a moment too long.A moment too late,—too late, busy bee,The honey has dropped from the flower;No use to creep under the petals to see,—It stood ready to drop for an hour.A moment too late,—had you sped on your wing,The honey would not have been gone;But see what a very,—a very sad thing,’Tis t...Read More

by Kees, Weldon
...ur room and stared out at the sky.

You never looked at me at all.
I used to walk down to where the bus stopped
Over the hill where the eucalyptus trees
Moved in the fog, and stared down
At the lights coming on, in the white rooms.

And always, when I came back to my sister's
I used to get out the records you made
The year before all your terrible trouble,
The records the critics praised and nobody bought
That are almost worn out now.

Now, sometimes I wake in...Read More

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...leading gun goes Smith with his ambulance. 

They opened fire on the mountain side, a-peppering by and large, 
When over the hill above their flank the Boers came down at the charge; 
They rushed the guns with a daring rush, a-volleying left and right, 
And Driver Smith and his ambulance moved up to the edge of the fight. 

The gunners stuck to their guns like men, and fought as the wild cats fight, 
For a Battery man don't leave his gun with ever a hope in sight; 
Bu...Read More

by Crowley, Aleister
...come over the sea,
(Io Pan ! Io Pan !)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man ! my man !
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill !
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring !
Come with flute and come with pipe !
Am I not ripe ?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp-
Come, O come !
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling...Read More

by Thomas, Dylan move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
And the old terrors' continual cry
Growing more terrible as the day
Goes over the hill into the deep sea;
I have longed to move away
From the repetition of salutes,
For there are ghosts in the air
And ghostly echoes on paper,
And the thunder of calls and notes.

I have longed to move away but am afraid;
Some life, yet unspent, might explode
Out of the old lie burning on the ground,
And, crackling into the air, leave me half-b...Read More

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...and proud, 
‘Jousting for death’. 

With gusty glimmering shone 
The moon; and the wind blew colder.
A man went over the hill, 
Bent to his horse’s shoulder. 
‘Time for me to be gone’... 
Darkly I fled. 
Owls in the wood were shrill,
And the moon sank red....Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night
Over the hill between the town below
And the forsaken upland hermitage
That held as much as he should ever know
On earth again of home, paused warily.
The road was his with not a native near;
And Eben, having leisure, said aloud,
For no man else in Tilbury Town to hear:

"Well, Mr. Flood, we have the harvest moon
Again, and we may not have many more;...Read More

by Montgomery, Lucy Maud
...And so sweet and wild were the notes of her song, 
That I listened long. 

Was it the dawn that silvered and broke 
Over the hill? 
Each at the other looked in amaze, 
And never a breathless word we spoke. 
Fast into rose and daffodil 
Deepened that splendor; athwart its blaze 
That pierced like a sword the gulf of night 
We saw a form that was shaped of the light, 
And we veiled our faces in awe and dread 
To hearken the tidings the Bright One told­
Oh! wonderful wer...Read More

by Sandburg, Carl
...usands and thousands of them in the grey haze of
evening just after sundown--one by one slanting in a
long line to pass over the hill--

I am the slow, long-legged Sleepyman and I love you
sheep in Persia, California, Argentine, Australia, or
Spain--you are the thoughts that help me when I, the
Sleepyman, lay my hands on the eyelids of the children
of the world at eight o'clock every night--you thousands
and thousands of sheep in a procession of dusk making
an endless multitu...Read More

by Bly, Robert
...There is unknown dust that is near us 
Waves breaking on shores just over the hill 
Trees full of birds that we have never seen 
Nets drawn with dark fish.

The evening arrives; we look up and it is there 
It has come through the nets of the stars 
Through the tissues of the grass 
Walking quietly over the asylums of the waters.

The day shall never end we think:
We have hair that seemed born for the dayligh...Read More

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...Here is the place; right over the hill 
Runs the path I took; 
You can see the gap in the old wall still, 
And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook. 

There is the house, with the gate red-barred, 
And the poplars tall; 
And the barn's brown length, and the cattle-yard, 
And the white horns tossing above the wall. 

There are the beehives ranged in the sun; 
And down by ...Read More

by Hopkins, Gerard Manley
...A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill
There)—boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish
 Mother to an English sire (he
Shares their best gifts surely, fall how things will), 

This very very day came down to us after a boon he on
My late being there begged of me, overflowing
 Boon in my bestowing,
Came, I say, this day to it—to a First Communion. 

Here he knelt then ín regimental...Read More

by Paterson, Andrew Barton a band to play them out, and the bugle's note is still, 
But he hears two tunes in the gentle breeze that blows from over the hill. 
And one is a tune in a stirring key, and the other is faint and flat, 
For one is the tune of "My new C.B." and the other, "My Old Tin Hat." 

And the Colonel heading his regiment is life and soul of the show, 
It's "Column of route", "Form troops", "Extend", and into the fight they go; 
He does not duck when the air is full o...Read More

by Lanier, Sidney
Till they woke and were still, breath-bound with waiting and wonder and fear.

Then Alan the huntsman sprang over the hillock, the hounds shot by,
The does and the ten-tined buck made a marvellous bound,
The hounds swept after with never a sound,
But Alan loud winded his horn in sign that the quarry was nigh.

For at dawn of that day proud Maclean of Lochbuy to the hunt had waxed wild,
And he cursed at old Alan till Alan fared off with the hounds
For to drive h...Read More

by Murray, Les
...over the railing 
swelled the blind on its timber boom

and splinters picked lint off warm linen
and the stars were out over the hill;
then one wall of the room was forest
and all things in there were to come.

Breathings climbed up on the verandah
when dark cattle rubbed at the corner 
and sometimes dim towering rain stood
for forest, and the dry cave hunched woollen.

Inside the forest was lamplit
along tracks to a starry creek bed
and beyond lay the never-fenced co...Read More

by Koch, Kenneth
...ything else for a minute.
No. Please. For three minutes, maybe five minutes.
Tell me which walk to take over the hill.
Is there a bridge there? Will I want company?
Tell me about the old people who built the bridge.
What is "the Japanese economy"?
Where did you hide the doctor's bills?
How much I admire you!
Can you help me to take this off?
May I help you to take that off?
Are you finished with this item?
Who is the car salesman?
The canopy we had mad...Read More

by Lux, Thomas
...lso your eye
as it and the tractor that pulls it
disappear over a hill
until it is no sound at all,
until it comes back over the hill again,
again dragging its furrow,
its ground-rhythm, its wide open throat, behind it....Read More

by Buson, Yosa
...s below!

Just dash off an e-mail to:

The short night-
a watery moon
stands alone over the hill


The short night--
just as I'm falling asleep
my wife's waking up

 Larry Bole...Read More

by Dyke, Henry Van more!
Danger is at the door.
Music is in arms.
To signal war's alarms. 

Hark, a sudden trumpet calling
Over the hill!
Why are you calling, trumpet, calling?
What is your will? 

Men, men, men !
Men who are ready to fight
For their country's life, and the right 
Of a liberty-loving land to be
Free, free, free!
Free from a tyrant's chain, 
Free from dishonor's stain, 
Free to guard and maintain 
All that her fathers fought for,
All that her sons have wrought fo...Read More

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