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Famous Pliant Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...erate times,
View unsuspecting Innocence a prey,
As guileful Fraud points out the erring way:
While subtle Litigation’s pliant tongue
The life-blood equal sucks of Right and Wrong:
Hark, injur’d Want recounts th’ unlisten’d tale,
And much-wrong’d Mis’ry pours the unpitied wail!


Ye dark waste hills, ye brown unsightly plains,
Congenial scenes, ye soothe my mournful strains:
Ye tempests, rage! ye turbid torrents, roll!
Ye suit the joyless tenor of my soul.
Life’s social haunt...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert



...quint with what innocence
And what surprise!

And yet these fine collapses are not lies
More than the pirouettes of any pliant cane;
Our obsequies are, in a way, no enterprise.
We can evade you, and all else but the heart:
What blame to us if the heart live on.

The game enforces smirks; but we have seen
The moon in lonely alleys make
A grail of laughter of an empty ash can,
And through all sound of gaiety and quest
Have heard a kitten in the wilderness....Read more of this...
by Crane, Hart
...hips, and bosoms, 
From the cling of the trembling arm, 
From the bending curve and the clinch, 
From side by side, the pliant coverlid off-throwing,
From the one so unwilling to have me leave—and me just as unwilling to leave, 
(Yet a moment, O tender waiter, and I return;) 
—From the hour of shining stars and dropping dews, 
From the night, a moment, I, emerging, flitting out, 
Celebrate you, act divine—and you, children prepared for,
And you, stalwart loins....Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...lutely pale, 
Her suitor in old years before Geraint, 
Entered, the wild lord of the place, Limours. 
He moving up with pliant courtliness, 
Greeted Geraint full face, but stealthily, 
In the mid-warmth of welcome and graspt hand, 
Found Enid with the corner of his eye, 
And knew her sitting sad and solitary. 
Then cried Geraint for wine and goodly cheer 
To feed the sudden guest, and sumptuously 
According to his fashion, bad the host 
Call in what men soever were his friend...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...t of all musicians, 
He the sweetest of all singers. 
Beautiful and childlike was he, 
Brave as man is, soft as woman, 
Pliant as a wand of willow, 
Stately as a deer with antlers.
When he sang, the village listened; 
All the warriors gathered round him, 
All the women came to hear him; 
Now he stirred their souls to passion, 
Now he melted them to pity.
From the hollow reeds he fashioned 
Flutes so musical and mellow, 
That the brook, the Sebowisha, 
Ceased to murmur in the ...Read more of this...
by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth



...wooden wedge he raised it, 
Stripped it from the trunk unbroken.
"Give me of your boughs, O Cedar! 
Of your strong and pliant branches, 
My canoe to make more steady, 
Make more strong and firm beneath me!"
Through the summit of the Cedar 
Went a sound, a cry of horror, 
Went a murmur of resistance; 
But it whispered, bending downward, 
'Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!"
Down he hewed the boughs of cedar, 
Shaped them straightway to a frame-work, 
Like two bows he formed and shap...Read more of this...
by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...y shall be stript, that you may see them. 

Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, volition, 
Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant back-bone and neck, flesh not flabby, good-sized arms and
 legs,
And wonders within there yet. 

Within there runs blood, 
The same old blood! 
The same red-running blood! 
There swells and jets a heart—there all passions, desires, reachings, aspirations;
Do you think they are not there because they are not express’d in parlors and
 lecture-rooms? 

T...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...y a sprightly race
Disporting on thy margent green
The paths of pleasure trace,
Who foremost now delight to cleave
With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
The captive linnet which enthral?
What idle progeny succeed
To chase the rolling circle's speed,
Or urge the flying ball?

While some on earnest business bent
Their murm'ring labours ply
'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint
To sweeten liberty:
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,
And unknown regio...Read more of this...
by Gray, Thomas
...
Her other, found (for it was close beside)
And half embraced the basket cradle-head
With one soft arm, which, like the pliant bough
That moving moves the nest and nestling, sway'd
The cradle, while she sang this baby song. 

What does the little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away. 

What does little b...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...for others dawn,Pensive I look upon the cruel starsWhich framed me of such pliant passionate earth,And curse the day that e'er I saw the sun,Which makes me native seem of wildest wood. And yet methinks was ne'er in any wood,So wild a denizen, by night or day,As she whom thus I blame in shade and sun:...Read more of this...
by Petrarch, Francesco
...ther look’d in delight and amazement at the stranger, 
She look’d at the freshness of her tall-borne face, and full and pliant limbs, 
The more she look’d upon her, she loved her, 
Never before had she seen such wonderful beauty and purity,
She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fireplace—she cook’d food for
 her, 
She had no work to give her, but she gave her remembrance and fondness. 

The red squaw staid all the forenoon, and toward the middle of the afternoon she ...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...f tree and human. And he within this snakedom

Rules the writhings which make manifest
His snakehood and his might with pliant tunes
From his thin pipe. Out of this green nest

As out of Eden's navel twist the lines
Of snaky generations: let there be snakes!
And snakes there were, are, will be--till yawns

Consume this pipe and he tires of music
And pipes the world back to the simple fabric
Of snake-warp, snake-weft. Pipes the cloth of snakes

To a melting of green waters, ti...Read more of this...
by Plath, Sylvia
...ul and fettered lip? 
Yoke in with marked and branded slaves, 
And tremble at the driver's whip? 
Bend to the earth our pliant knees, 
And speak but as our masters please? 

Shall outraged Nature cease to feel? 
Shall Mercy's tears no longer flow? 
Shall ruffian threats of cord and steel, 
The dungeon's gloom, the assassin's blow, 
Turn back the spirit roused to save 
The Truth, our Country, and the slave? 

Of human skulls that shrine was made, 
Round which the priests of Me...Read more of this...
by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...Some like to dominate,
others caress
a voluptuous rhythm
on pliant strings.

This pulse drives life
through wanton counterpoint,
the heart and harmony
of things....Read more of this...
by Green, Adrian
...h,
Apollo walks--and, with his jocund mirth,
The heart-enthralling smiler of the skies
For him gray Neptune smooths the pliant wave--
Harmless the waters for the ship that bore
The Caesar and his fortunes to the shore!
Charmed at his feet the crouching lion lies,
To him his back the murmuring dolphin gave;
His soul is born a sovereign o'er the strife--
The lord of all the beautiful of life;
Where'er his presence in its calm has trod,
It charms--it sways as solve diviner God.
...Read more of this...
by Schiller, Friedrich von
...rnal battle beat, 
Tho' sometimes forced to a retreat. 
But C_____t, hero as he is, 
Knight of incomparable phiz, 
When pliant Doxy seems to yield, 
Courageously forsakes the field. 
Jack, or to write more gravely, John, 
Thro' hills of Wesley's works had gone; 
Could sing one hundred hymns by rote; 
Hymns which would sanctify the throat; 
But some indeed composed so oddly, 
You'd swear 'twas bawdy songs made godly....Read more of this...
by Chatterton, Thomas
...ted to wax! 
 Bend low to their doom 
 These stones of the tomb! 
 E'en the great marble giant 
 Called Nabo, sways pliant 
 Like a tree; whilst the flare 
 Seemed each column to scorch 
 As it blazed like a torch 
 Round and round in the air. 
 
 The magi, in vain, 
 From the heights to the plain 
 Their gods' images carry 
 In white tunic: they quake— 
 No idol can make 
 The blue sulphur tarry; 
 The temple e'en where they meet, 
 Swept under their feet 
...Read more of this...
by Hugo, Victor
...is table rattle and jump.
In his hands he carried a new-burst clump
Of laurel blossoms, whose smooth-barked stalks
Were pliant with sap. As a husband talks
To the wife he left an hour ago,
Paul spoke to the Shadow. "Dear, you know
To-day the calendar calls it Spring,
And I woke this morning gathering
Asphodels, in my dreams, for you.
So I rushed out to see what flowers blew
Their pink-and-purple-scented souls
Across the town-wind's dusty scrolls,
And made the approach to the ...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy
...ness of soul;
While his brave father's warm intrepid heart
Throbs in his infant bosom. 'Tis a wight
Most valourous, yet pliant as the stem
Of the low vale-born lily, when the dew
Presses its perfum'd head. Eight years his voice
Has chear'd the homely hut, for he could lisp
Soft words of filial fondness, ere his feet
Could measure the smooth path-way.
On the hills
He watches the wide waste of wavy green
Tissued with orient lustre, till his eyes
Ache with the dazzling splendour...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Mary Darby
...orseful terror to the man she scorned, and her love 
For myself in my own eyes' laughter burns, 
Runs ecstatic over the pliant folds rippling down to my belly from the breast-lights above. 

Over my sunlit skin the warm, clinging air, 
Rich with the songs of seven larks singing at once, goes kissing me glad. 
And the soul of the wind and my blood compare 
Their wandering happiness, and the wind, wasted in liberty, drifts on and is sad. 

Oh but the water loves me and folds me...Read more of this...
by Lawrence, D. H.

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