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Famous Pallid Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...ture, would interpret half the woe
That wasted him, would call him with false names
Brother and friend, would press his pallid hand
At parting, and watch, dim through tears, the path 
Of his departure from their father's door.

At length upon the lone Chorasmian shore
He paused, a wide and melancholy waste
Of putrid marshes. A strong impulse urged
His steps to the sea-shore. A swan was there,
Beside a sluggish stream among the reeds.
It rose as he approached, ...Read more of this...



by Poe, Edgar Allan
...his who fell 
In the battle down the dell, 
And who is happy now. 

But he spoke to re-assure me, 
And he kissed my pallid brow, 
While a reverie came o'er me, 
And to the church-yard bore me, 
And I sighed to him before me, 
Thinking him dead D'Elormie, 
"Oh, I am happy now!" 

And thus the words were spoken, 
And this the plighted vow, 
And, though my faith be broken, 
And, though my heart be broken, 
Here is a ring, as token 
That I am happy now! 

Would God I could aw...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...of all waters laid the lad
Upon the golden margent of the strand,
And like a lingering lover oft returned
To kiss those pallid limbs which once with intense fire burned,

Ere the wet seas had quenched that holocaust,
That self-fed flame, that passionate lustihead,
Ere grisly death with chill and nipping frost
Had withered up those lilies white and red
Which, while the boy would through the forest range,
Answered each other in a sweet antiphonal counter-change.

And when a...Read more of this...

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...e Indians fight like maddened bulls at bay, 
And dying shriek and groan, wound the young ear of day.



XVII.
A pallid captive and a white-browed boy
Add to the tumult piercing cries of joy, 
As forth they fly, with high hope animate.
A hideous squaw pursues them with her hate; 
Her knife descends with sickening force and sound; 
Their bloody entrails stain the snow-clad ground.
She shouts with glee, then yells with rage and falls
Dead by her victims' side, pi...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...sun's purple couch; to emulate
In ministring the potent rule of fate
With speed of fire-tailed exhalations;
To tint her pallid cheek with bloom, who cons
Sweet poesy by moonlight: besides these,
A world of other unguess'd offices.
Anon they wander'd, by divine converse,
Into Elysium; vieing to rehearse
Each one his own anticipated bliss.
One felt heart-certain that he could not miss
His quick gone love, among fair blossom'd boughs,
Where every zephyr-sigh pouts and en...Read more of this...



by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...in the twilight gloom of a window's embrasure,
Sat the lovers, and whispered together, beholding the moon rise
Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows.
Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Thus was the evening passed. Anon the bell from the belfry
Rang out the hour of nine, the village curfew, and straightway
Rose the guests and departed; and silence reigned in the ho...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...ext the table shining bright, 
 Seizes the rider—plucks the phantom knight 
 To pieces—all in vain its panoply 
 And pallid shining to his practised eye; 
 Then he conveys the severed iron remains 
 To corner of the hall where darkness reigns; 
 Against the wall he lays the armor low 
 In dust and gloom like hero vanquished now— 
 But keeping pond'rous lance and shield so old, 
 Mounts to the empty saddle, and behold! 
 A statue Eviradnus has become, 
 Like to the ...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...e
Might so inform our lives, that we could win
Such mighty empires that from her cave
Temptation would grow hoarse, and pallid Sin
Would walk ashamed of his adulteries,
And Passion creep from out the House of Lust with startled eyes.

To make the body and the spirit one
With all right things, till no thing live in vain
From morn to noon, but in sweet unison
With every pulse of flesh and throb of brain
The soul in flawless essence high enthroned,
Against all outer vain att...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...es were on Enceladus's face,
And they beheld, while still Hyperion's name
Flew from his lips up to the vaulted rocks,
A pallid gleam across his features stern:
Not savage, for he saw full many a God
Wroth as himself. He look'd upon them all,
And in each face he saw a gleam of light,
But splendider in Saturn's, whose hoar locks
Shone like the bubbling foam about a keel
When the prow sweeps into a midnight cove.
In pale and silver silence they remain'd,
Till suddenly a ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...

It is I too, the sleepless widow, looking out on the winter midnight,
I see the sparkles of starshine on the icy and pallid earth. 

A shroud I see, and I am the shroud—I wrap a body, and lie in the coffin, 
It is dark here under ground—it is not evil or pain here—it is blank here, for
 reasons. 

It seems to me that everything in the light and air ought to be happy, 
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

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I see a beaut...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...the white of frost?
Ask Helen how far up the sash it’s climbed
Since last we read the gage.”

“It looks as if
Some pallid thing had squashed its features flat
And its eyes shut with overeagerness
To see what people found so interesting
In one another, and had gone to sleep
Of its own stupid lack of understanding,
Or broken its white neck of mushroom stuff
Short off, and died against the window-pane.”

“Brother Meserve, take care, you’ll scare yourself
More than you w...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ls;
The angry base of disjointed friendship—the faint tones of the sick; 
The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing a
 death-sentence; 
The heave’e’yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves—the
 refrain of the anchor-lifters; 
The ring of alarm-bells—the cry of fire—the whirr of swift-streaking
 engines and hose-carts, with premonitory tinkles, and color’d lights; 
The steam-whistle—the solid roll of the train of approaching cars;
The s...Read more of this...

by Stevens, Wallace
...ing, more terrible 
161 Than the revenge of music on bassoons. 
162 Gesticulating lightning, mystical, 
163 Made pallid flitter. Crispin, here, took flight. 
164 An annotator has his scruples, too. 
165 He knelt in the cathedral with the rest, 
166 This connoisseur of elemental fate, 
167 Aware of exquisite thought. The storm was one 
168 Of many proclamations of the kind, 
169 Proclaiming something harsher than he learned 
170 From hearing signb...Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...
And over each quivering form 
The curtain a funeral pall 

Comes down with the rush of a storm 
And the angels all pallid and wan 

Uprising unveiling affirm
That the play is the tragedy "Man" 

And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...smoke!  The shriek that from the distant battle broke!  The mine's dire earthquake, and the pallid host  Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder-stroke  To loathsome vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd,  Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost!   Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame,  When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape,  While lik...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...rose of the night,
Which 'gins to flush with crimson shame, and die beneath the light.

Come let us go, against the pallid shield
Of the wan sky the almond blossoms gleam,
The corncrake nested in the unmown field
Answers its mate, across the misty stream
On fitful wing the startled curlews fly,
And in his sedgy bed the lark, for joy that Day is nigh,

Scatters the pearled dew from off the grass,
In tremulous ecstasy to greet the sun,
Who soon in gilded panoply will pass
F...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...l I not sell it for your sake?"
Ghostlike she lay, as still as doom; turned to the wall her weary head;
Icy-cold in the pallid gloom, silent as death . . . at last she said:
"Do! my husband? Keep your vow! Guard his secret and let me die. . . .
Oh, my dear, I must tell you now -- the women he loved and wronged was I;
Darling! I haven't long to live: I never told you -- forgive, forgive!"

For a long, long time Brown did not speak; sat bleak-browed ...Read more of this...

by Aiken, Conrad
...s, like a wind of music,
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard;
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight,
We pour in a sinister wave, ascend a stair,
With laughter and cry, and word upon murmured word;
We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer
Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .

Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! We go our ways,
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,
The cold ra...Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...or!" 
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting 
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; 
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, 105 
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: 
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor 
Shall be lifted¡ªnevermore! ...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...of yore,
Old shufflings on the sanded floor,
Old knuckles tapping at the door? 

"Yet still before him as he flies
One pallid form shall ever rise,
And, bodying forth in glassy eyes 

"The vision of a vanished good,
Low peering through the tangled wood,
Shall freeze the current of his blood." 

Still from each fact, with skill uncouth
And savage rapture, like a tooth
She wrenched some slow reluctant truth. 

Till, like a silent water-mill,
When summer suns have dried...Read more of this...

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