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Famous Parts Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Shakespeare, William
...ended,
That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face:
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was new lodged and newly deified.

'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;
And every light occasion of the wind
Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.
What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find:
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind,
For on his visage was in little drawn
What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn....Read more of this...



by Shakespeare, William
...And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths an...Read more of this...

by Pope, Alexander
...fix'd the Limits fit,
And wisely curb'd proud Man's pretending Wit:
As on the Land while here the Ocean gains,
In other Parts it leaves wide sandy Plains;
Thus in the Soul while Memory prevails,
The solid Pow'r of Understanding fails;
Where Beams of warm Imagination play,
The Memory's soft Figures melt away.
One Science only will one Genius fit;
So vast is Art, so narrow Human Wit;
Not only bounded to peculiar Arts,
But oft in those, confin'd to single Parts.
Like Kin...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...to the light his west-bred face, 
To him the hereditary countenance bequeath’d, both mother’s and father’s, 
His first parts substances, earth, water, animals, trees, 
Built of the common stock, having room for far and near, 
Used to dispense with other lands, incarnating this land,
Attracting it Body and Soul to himself, hanging on its neck with incomparable love, 
Plunging his seminal muscle into its merits and demerits, 
Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities,...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...ithin three years return, and more offend 
 Than they were erst offended, helped by him 
 So long who palters with both parts. The fire 
 Three sparks have lighted - Avarice, Envy, Pride, - 
 And there is none may quench it." 
 Here
 he ceased 
 His lamentable tale, and I replied, 
 "Of one thing more I ask thee. Great desire 
 Is mine to learn it. Where are those who sought 
 Our welfare earlier? Those whose names at least 
 Are fragrant for the public good t...Read more of this...



by Bukowski, Charles
...away into 
sorrow.

I could never accept
life as it was,
i could never gobble 
down all its
poisons
but there were parts,
tenous magic parts
open for the
asking.

I re formulated
I don't know when,
date,time,all
that
but the change
occured.
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
out.
i no longer had to 
prove that i was a 
man,

I did'nt have to prove
anything.

I began to see things:
coffe cups lined up
behind a counter in a 
cafe.
or a dog walking along
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by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
... 
He has not made a cripple of himself 
In his pursuit of me, though I have heard 
His condescension honors me with parts.
Parts make a whole, if we’ve enough of them; 
And once I figured a sufficiency 
To be at least an atom in the annals 
Of your republic. But I must have erred. 

HAMILTON

You smile as if your spirit lived at ease
With error. I should not have named it so, 
Failing assent from you; nor, if I did, 
Should I be so complacent in my skill 
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by Milton, John
...t there still barked and howled 
Within unseen. Far less abhorred than these 
Vexed Scylla, bathing in the sea that parts 
Calabria from the hoarse Trinacrian shore; 
Nor uglier follow the night-hag, when, called 
In secret, riding through the air she comes, 
Lured with the smell of infant blood, to dance 
With Lapland witches, while the labouring moon 
Eclipses at their charms. The other Shape-- 
If shape it might be called that shape had none 
Distinguishable in mem...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...may never see them more!-- 
But let us now, as in bad plight, devise 
What best may for the present serve to hide 
The parts of each from other, that seem most 
To shame obnoxious, and unseemliest seen; 
Some tree, whose broad smooth leaves together sewed, 
And girded on our loins, may cover round 
Those middle parts; that this new comer, Shame, 
There sit not, and reproach us as unclean. 
So counselled he, and both together went 
Into the thickest wood; there soon they ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...
The dirt receding before my prophetical screams; 
I underlying causes, to balance them at last;
My knowledge my live parts—it keeping tally with the meaning of things, 
HAPPINESS—which, whoever hears me, let him or her set out in search of this
 day. 

My final merit I refuse you—I refuse putting from me what I really am; 
Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me; 
I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you.

Writing and talk do not ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...
14
The Soul travels; 
The body does not travel as much as the soul;
The body has just as great a work as the soul, and parts away at last for the journeys of
 the
 soul.


All parts away for the progress of souls; 
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments,—all that was or is apparent upon this
 globe
 or
 any globe, falls into niches and corners before the procession of Souls along the grand
 roads
 of
 the
 universe. 

Of the progress of the souls of men an...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...e weary to make an end.

"There lives one moment for a man
When the door at his shoulder shakes,
When the taut rope parts under the pull,
And the barest branch is beautiful
One moment, while it breaks.

"So rides my soul upon the sea
That drinks the howling ships,
Though in black jest it bows and nods
Under the moons with silver rods,
I know it is roaring at the gods,
Waiting the last eclipse.

"And in the last eclipse the sea
Shall stand up like a tower,
Above al...Read more of this...

by Sexton, Anne
...a betrayal room for the till-death-do-us—
and yet a death, as in the unlocking of scissors
that makes the now separate parts useless,
even to cut each other up as we did yearly
under the crayoned-in sun.
The courtroom keeps squashing our lives as they break
into two cans ready for recycling,
flattened tin humans
and a tin law,
even for my twenty-five years of hanging on
by my teeth as I once saw at Ringling Brothers.
The gray room:
Judge, lawyer, witness
and me and i...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...that tears my soul from thee: 
Even Azrael, [18] from his deadly quiver 
When flies that shaft, and fly it must, 
That parts all else, shall doom for ever 
Our hearts to undivided dust!" 

XII. 

He lived — he breathed — he moved — he felt; 
He raised the maid from where she knelt; 
His trance was gone — his keen eye shone 
With thoughts that long in darkness dwelt; 
With thoughts that burn — in rays that melt. 
As the streams late conceal'd 
By the fringe of its wil...Read more of this...

by Masefield, John
...e narrow station-wall's brick ledge, 
The wild hop withering in the hedge, 
The lights in huntsmans' upper storey 
Were parts of an eternal glory, 
Were God's eternal garden flowers. 
I stood in bliss at this for hours.

O glory of the lighted soul. 
The dawn came up on Bradlow Knoll, 
The dawn with glittering on the grasses, 
The dawn which pass and never passes.

"It's dawn," I said, "And chimney's smoking, 
And all the blessed fields are soaking.' 
It's...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne
...y is the only bait
4.86 Whereby my empty school is lur'd and caught.
4.87 Be I of worth, of learning, or of parts,
4.88 I judge I should have room in all men's hearts;
4.89 And envy gnaws if any do surmount.
4.90 I hate for to be had in small account.
4.91 If Bias like, I'm stript unto my skin;
4.92 I glory in my wealth I have within.
4.93 Thus good, and bad, and what I am, you see,
4.94 Now in a word, what my diseases be:
4...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...that simple mute farewell.
     Now with a trusty mountain-guide,
     And his dark stag-hounds by his side,
     He parts,—the maid, unconscious still,
     Watched him wind slowly round the hill;
     But when his stately form was hid,
     The guardian in her bosom chid,—
     'Thy Malcolm! vain and selfish maid!'
     'T was thus upbraiding conscience said,—
     'Not so had Malcolm idly hung
     On the smooth phrase of Southern tongue;
     Not so had Malcolm...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...a dolor.'
 Poi
s'ascose nel foco che gli affina."
429. V. Pervigilium Veneris. Cf. Philomela
in Parts II and III.

430. V. Gerard de Nerval, Sonnet El Desdichado.
432. V. Kyd's Spanish Tragedy.
434. Shantih. Repeated as here, a formal ending to an
Upanishad.
'The Peace which passeth understanding' is a feeble translation
of the content of this word.      ...Read more of this...

by Miller, Alice Duer
...they hear? 
Is it the prelude to that noble play, 
The drama of Joined Lives? Ah, they forget 
They cannot write their parts; the bell has rung, 
The curtain rises and the stage is set 
For tragedy-they were in love and young. 

V
We went to the Tower,
We went to the Zoo, 
We saw every flower 
In the gardens at Kew. 
We saw King Charles a-prancing
On his long-tailed horse, 
And thought him more entrancing
Than better kings, of course. 
At a strange early hour, 
I...Read more of this...

by Plath, Sylvia
...a mouth?
The letters proceed from these black keys, and these black keys proceed
From my alphabetical fingers, ordering parts,

Parts, bits, cogs, the shining multiples.
I am dying as I sit. I lose a dimension.
Trains roar in my ears, departures, departures!
The silver track of time empties into the distance,
The white sky empties of its promise, like a cup.
These are my feet, these mechanical echoes.
Tap, tap, tap, steel pegs. I am found wanting.
...Read more of this...

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