Famous Rewarded Poems by Famous Poets

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127. Stanzas on Naething

...hing.


The Poet may jingle and rhyme,
 In hopes of a laureate wreathing,
And when he has wasted his time,
 He’s kindly rewarded wi’—naething.


The thundering bully may rage,
 And swagger and swear like a heathen;
But collar him fast, I’ll engage,
 You’ll find that his courage is—naething.


Last night wi’ a feminine whig—
 A Poet she couldna put faith in;
But soon we grew lovingly big,
 I taught her, her terrors were naething.


Her whigship was wonderful pleased,
 But char...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert


403. The Soldier's Return: A Ballad

...lie?”
“By him who made yon sun and sky!
 By whom true love’s regarded,
I am the man; and thus may still
 True lovers be rewarded.


“The wars are o’er, and I’m come hame,
 And find thee still true-hearted;
Tho’ poor in gear, we’re rich in love,
 And mair we’se ne’er be parted.”
Quo’ she, “My grandsire left me gowd,
 A mailen plenish’d fairly;
And come, my faithfu’ sodger lad,
 Thou’rt welcome to it dearly!”


For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
 The farmer ploughs the man...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert

A Tale of the Miser and the Poet

...s? 

Fool, quoth the Churl, who knew no Breeding; 
Have these been Times for such Proceeding? 
Instead of Honour'd, and Rewarded, 
Are you not Slighted, or Discarded? 
What have you met with, but Disgraces? 
Your PRIOR cou'd not keep in Places; 
And your VAN-BRUG had found no Quarter, 
But for his dabbling in the Morter. 
ROWE no Advantages cou'd hit on, 
Till Verse he left, to write North-Briton. 
PHILIPS, who's by the Shilling known, 
Ne'er saw a Shilling of his own. 
Meets...Read more of this...
by Finch, Anne Kingsmill

An Epitaph

...proper bound, 
Nor tresspass'd on the other's ground. 
Nor fame, nor censure they regarded: 
They neither punish'd nor rewarded. 
He cared not what the footmen did: 
Her maids she neither prais'd nor chid: 
So ev'ry servant took his course; 
And bad at first, they all grew worse. 
Slothful disorder fill'd his stable; 
And sluttish plenty deck'd her table. 
Their beer was strong; their wine was port; 
Their meal was large; their grace was short. 
They gave the poor the remnan...Read more of this...
by de la Mare, Walter

Beowulf (Modern English)

...he came to die,
abjected, miserable in mind, at the bottom of a swamp. (ll. 2094-2100)

“The friend of the Scyldings rewarded my battle-crash
with many things: vesseled gold, many treasures,
after the morning had come, and we had sat down to feasting.
There was verse and much joy—a Scylding oldster
knowing many things, reckoning stories from long ago,
sometimes the battle-brave struck the gleeful wood,
tuning a harp to joy, and sometimes chanted a song,
true and tre...Read more of this...
by Anonymous,


Beowulf (Old English)

...although Eanmund was brother’s son to Onela, the slaying of the former by Weohstan is not felt as cause of feud, and is rewarded by gift of the slain man’s weapons.

{34b} Both Wiglaf and the sword did their duty. -- The following is one of the classic passages for illustrating the comitatus as the most conspicuous Germanic institution, and its underlying sense of duty, based partly on the idea of loyalty and partly on the practical basis of benefits received and repaid.

...Read more of this...
by Anonymous,

Different Emotions On The Same Spot

...!
Compassionate spirit!
Let none ever hear it,--

Conceal my affliction,

Conceal thy delight!

THE HUNTER.

To-day I'm rewarded;
Rich booty's afforded

By Fortune so bright.
My servant the pheasants,
And hares fit for presents

Takes homeward at night;
Here see I enraptured
In nets the birds captured!--

Long life to the hunter!

Long live his delight!

1789....Read more of this...
by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang

January 1795

...t men who can't get places,
Knaves who shew unblushing faces ;
Ruin hasten'd, peace retarded ;
Candour spurn'd, and art rewarded....Read more of this...
by Robinson, Mary Darby

La Solitude de St. Amant

...h,
With one look would not save the youth.


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But Heaven which judges equally,
And its own laws will still maintain,
Rewarded soon her cruelty
With a deserv'd and mighty pain:
About this squalid heap of bones,
Her wand'ring and condemned shade,
Laments in long and piercing groans
The destiny her rigour made,
And the more to augment her right,
Her crime is ever in her sight.


11

There upon antique marbles trac'd,
Devices of past times we see,
Here age ath almost quite def...Read more of this...
by Philips, Katherine

Lines in Defence of the Stage

...rgy doth say,
That by going to the theatre you will be led astray. 

No, in the theatre we see vice punished and virtue rewarded,
The villain either hanged or shot, and his career retarded;
Therefore the theatre is useful in every way,
And has no inducement to lead the people astray. 

Because therein we see the end of the bad men,
Which must appall the audience - deny it who can
Which will help to retard them from going astray,
While witnessing in a theatre a moral play. 

T...Read more of this...
by McGonagall, William Topaz

Monolog From A Mattress

...e me with a sneer,
"A light eruption on the firmament."
"But," cried romantic I, "is there no sphere
Where virtue is rewarded when we die?"
And Hegel mocked, "A very pleasant whim.
So you demand a bonus since you spent
One lifetime and refrained from poisoning
Your testy grandmother!" ... How much of him
Remains in me—even when I am caught
In dreams of death and immortality.
To be eternal—what a brilliant thought!
It must have been conceived and coddled first
By s...Read more of this...
by Untermeyer, Louis

Samson Agonistes

...her snares :
But foul effeminacy held me yok't 
Her Bond-slave; O indignity, O blot
To Honour and Religion! servil mind
Rewarded well with servil punishment!
The base degree to which I now am fall'n,
These rags, this grinding, is not yet so base
As was my former servitude, ignoble,
Unmanly, ignominious, infamous,
True slavery, and that blindness worse then this,
That saw not how degeneratly I serv'd.

Man: I cannot praise thy Marriage choises, Son, 
Rather approv'd them not; ...Read more of this...
by Milton, John

Saved by Music

...playing the wolves would be at him again,
But the rage of the wolves abated to the subduing strains,
And at last he was rewarded for all his pains: 

For the wedding-party began to weary for some music,
And they all came out to look for old Dick,
And on top of the hut they found him fiddling away,
And they released him from his dangerous position without delay....Read more of this...
by McGonagall, William Topaz

The Double Vision Of Michael Robartes

...my moan,
And after kissed a stone,

And after that arranged it in a song
Seeing that I, ignorant for So long,
Had been rewarded thus
In Cormac's ruined house....Read more of this...
by Yeats, William Butler

The Man Against the Sky

...te waste
Of ages overthrown 
A ruthless, veiled, implacable foretaste 
Of other ages that are still to be 
Depleted and rewarded variously 
Because a few, by fate’s economy,
Shall seem to move the world the way it goes; 
No soft evangel of equality, 
Safe-cradled in a communal repose 
That huddles into death and may at last 
Be covered well with equatorial snows—
And all for what, the devil only knows— 
Will aggregate an inkling to confirm 
The credit of a sage or of a worm, ...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington

The Medal

...avy pack. 
Yet still he found hs fortune at a stay, 
Whole droves of blockheads choking up his way; 
They took, but not rewarded, his advice; 
Villain and wit exact a double price. 
Power was his aim; but thrown from that pretence, 
The wretch turned loyal in his own defence, 
And malice reconciled him to his Prince. 
Him in the anguish of his soul he served, 
Rewarded faster still than he deserved. 
Behold him now exalted into trust, 
His counsels oft convenient, seldom just...Read more of this...
by Dryden, John

The Story Of Our Lives

...would happen.
They would patch up their lives in secret:
each defeat forgiven because it could not be tested,
each pain rewarded because it was unreal.
They did nothing."

7
The book will not survive.
We are the living proof of that.
It is dark outside, in the room it is darker.
I hear your breathing.
You are asking me if I am tired,
if I want to keep reading.
Yes, I am tired.
Yes, I want to keep reading.
I say yes to everything.
You cannot hear me.
"They sat beside each othe...Read more of this...
by Strand, Mark

The Tear

...vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,
My Mary, to Love once so dear,
In the shade of her bow'r,
I remember the hour,
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.

By another possest,
May she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere:
With a sigh I resign,
What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.

Ye friends of my heart,
Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet,
In this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part,...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)

To The Willow-tree

...n,
Then willow-garlands, 'bout the head,
Bedew'd with tears, are worn.

When with neglect, the lover's bane,
Poor maids rewarded be,
For their love lost their only gain
Is but a wreath from thee.

And underneath thy cooling shade,
When weary of the light,
The love-spent youth, and love-sick maid,
Come to weep out the night....Read more of this...
by Herrick, Robert

Verses on the Death of Doctor Swift

...e maids of honour (who can read),
Are taught to use them for their creed.
The rev'rend author's good intention
Has been rewarded with a pension.
He does an honour to his gown,
By bravely running priestcraft down:
He shows, as sure as God's in Gloucester,
That Moses was a grand imposter;
That all his miracles were cheats,
Performed as jugglers do their feats.
The church had never such a writer;
A shame he has not got a mitre!"

Suppose me dead; and then suppose
A club assemble...Read more of this...
by Swift, Jonathan

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