Famous Same Old Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Same Old poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous same old poems. These examples illustrate what a famous same old poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
Siegfried Sassoon
When in your sober mood my body have ye laid
In sight and sound of things beloved, woodland and stream,
And the green turf has hidden the poor bones ye deem
No more a close companion with those rhymes we made;
Then, if some bird should pipe, or breezes stir the glade,
Thinking them for the while my voice, so...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Nepaul,From his horse had a terrible fall;But, though split quite in two, with some very strong glueThey mended that man of Nepaul. ...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
There was an Old Lady of Prague,Whose language was horribly vague;When they said, "Are these caps?" she answered, "Perhaps!"That oracular Lady of Prague. ...Read more of this...
by
Emily Dickinson
Mine Enemy is growing old --
I have at last Revenge --
The Palate of the Hate departs --
If any would avenge
Let him be quick -- the Viand flits --
It is a faded Meat --
Anger as soon as fed is dead --
'Tis starving makes it fat --...Read more of this...
by
Emile Verhaeren
With my old hands lifted to your forehead, during your brief sleep by the black hearth this evening, I part your hair, and I kiss the fervour of your eyes hidden beneath your long lashes.
Oh! the sweet affection of this day's end! My eyes follow the years that have completed their course, and suddenly your life appears so perfect in...Read more of this...
by
Ogden Nash
It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts,
That all sin is divided into two parts.
One kind of sin is called a sin of commission, and that is very important,
And it is what you are doing when you are doing something you ortant,
And the other kind of sin is just the opposite and is called...Read more of this...
by
Li Po
When I was a boy I called the moon a
white plate of jade, sometimes it looked
like a great mirror hanging in the sky,
first came the two legs of the fairy
and the cassia tree, but for whom the rabbit
kept on pounding medical herbs, I
just could not guess. Now the moon is being
swallowed by the toad and the light
flickers out leaving...Read more of this...
by
Rg Gregory
when the old man said
i know everything
the young girl replied
what is everything
when the old man said
wisdom is mine
the young girl replied
what is wisdom
when the old man said
i am privy to all life’s secrets
the young girl replied
what is privy
when the old man said
you don’t know anything
the young girl replied
what has a bald head
a tight mouth
and dribbles when it eats
when...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
There was an old person of Sestri,Who sate himself down in the vestry;When they said, "You are wrong!" he merely said "Bong!"That repulsive old person of Sestri. ...Read more of this...
by
Matthew Arnold
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes, but not for this alone.
Is it to feel our strength—
Not our bloom only, but our strength—decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, every function less exact,
Each nerve more weakly strung?
Yes, this, and more!...Read more of this...
by
Katharine Tynan
I saw three ships a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea,
The first her masts were silver,
Her hull was ivory.
The snows came drifting softly,
And lined her white as wool;
Oh, Jesus, Son of Mary,
Thy Cradle beautiful!
I saw three ships a-sailing,
The next was red as blood,
Her decks shone like a ruby,
Encrimsoned all her wood.
Her...Read more of this...
by
Walt Whitman
FAR hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother,
Once a queen—now lean and tatter’d, seated on the ground,
Her old white hair drooping dishevel’d round her shoulders;
At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,
Long silent—she too long silent—mourning her shrouded hope and heir;
Of all the earth her heart most...Read more of this...
by
Victor Hugo
("J'étais seul près des flots.")
{XXXVII., September 5, 1828.}
I stood by the waves, while the stars soared in sight,
Not a cloud specked the sky, not a sail shimmered bright;
Scenes beyond this dim world were revealed to mine eye;
And the woods, and the hills, and all nature around,
Seem'd...Read more of this...
by
Arthur Symons
They pass upon their old, tremulous feet,
Creeping with little satchels down the street,
And they remember, many years ago,
Passing that way in silks. They wander, slow
And solitary, through the city ways,
And they alone remember those old days
Men have forgotten. In their shaking heads
A dancer of old carnivals yet treads
The measure of past...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Quebec,—A beetle ran over his neck;But he cried, "With a needle I'll slay you, O beadle!"That angry Old Man of Quebec. ...Read more of this...
by
Andrew Barton Paterson
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day
Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold --
Youth's memories that once were green and gold
But now, alas, are grim and ashen grey.
The drowsy schoolboy wakened up from sleep,
First stays his system with substantial food,
Then off for school with tasks half understood,
Alas, alas, that cribs should...Read more of this...
by
Robert William Service
(Retold in Rhyme)
They threw him in a prison cell;
He moaned upon his bed.
And when he crept from coils of hell:
"Last night you killed," they said.
"last night in drunken rage you slew
A being brave with breath;
A radiant soul, because of you
Lies dark in death."
"last night I killed," he moaned distraught,
"When I was wild with wine;
I slew, and I remember naught...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
There was an old Lady of Winchelsea,Who said, "If you needle or pin shall seeOn the floor of my room, sweep it up with the broom!"That exhaustive old Lady of Winchelsea! ...Read more of this...
by
Andrew Barton Paterson
You never heard tell of the story?
Well, now, I can hardly believe!
Never heard of the honour and glory
Of Pardon, the son of Reprieve?
But maybe you're only a Johnnie
And don't know a horse from a hoe?
Well, well, don't get angry, my sonny,
But, really, a young un should know.
They bred him out back...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
There was an old person of Cannes,Who purchased three fowls and a fan;Those she placed on a stool, and to make them feel coolShe constantly fanned them at Cannes. ...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
There was an Old Man with a gong,Who bumped at it all the day long;But they called out, "Oh, law! you're a horrid old bore!"So they smashed that Old Man with a gong. ...Read more of this...
by
Edwin Arlington Robinson
Ye gods that have a home beyond the world,
Ye that have eyes for all man’s agony,
Ye that have seen this woe that we have seen,—
Look with a just regard,
And with an even grace,
Here on the shattered corpse of a shattered king,
Here on a suffering world where men grow old
And wander like sad shadows...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Rheims,Who was troubled with horrible dreams;So to keep him awake they fed him with cake,Which amused that Old Person of Rheims. ...Read more of this...
by
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I cannot but remember
When the year grows old—
October—November—
How she disliked the cold!
She used to watch the swallows
Go down across the sky,
And turn from the window
With a little sharp sigh.
And often when the brown leaves
Were brittle on the ground,
And the wind in the chimney
Made a melancholy sound,
She had a look about her
That I...Read more of this...
by
Edward Lear
There was an Old Man who said, "Well!Will nobody answer this bell?I have pulled day and night, till my hair has grown white,But nobody answers this bell!" ...Read more of this...
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