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Famous Seems Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Wilde, Oscar
...a rain-proof barrenness.

Where is that Art which bade the Angels sing
Through Lincoln's lofty choir, till the air
Seems from such marble harmonies to ring
With sweeter song than common lips can dare
To draw from actual reed? ah! where is now
The cunning hand which made the flowering hawthorn branches bow

For Southwell's arch, and carved the House of One
Who loved the lilies of the field with all
Our dearest English flowers? the same sun
Rises for us: the seasons natura...Read More

by Alighieri, Dante, 
 Went down in life, and crossed the infernal sea; 
 And if the Lord of All Things Lost Below 
 Allowed it, reason seems, to those who see 
 The enduring greatness of his destiny, 
 Who in the Empyrean Heaven elect was called 
 Sire of the Eternal City, that throned and walled 
 Made Empire of the world beyond, to be 
 The Holy Place at last, by God's decree, 
 Where the great Peter's follower rules. For he 
 Learned there the causes of his victory. 

 "And later...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord) sternly fix'd on his, 
Ill brook'd high Lara scrutiny like this: 
At length he caught it, 'tis a face unknown, 
But seems as searching his, and his alone; 
Prying and dark, a stranger's by his mien, 
Who still till now had gazed on him unseen; 
At length encountering meets the mutual gaze 
Of keen inquiry, and of mute amaze; 
On Lara's glance emotion gathering grew, 
As if distrusting that the stranger threw; 
Along the stranger's aspect fix'd and stern 
Flash'd more than...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...or her name.'
She nodded. So we're sure there's no mistake.
I don't know what she wanted it to mean,
But it seems like some word she left to bid you
Be a good girl—be like a maple tree.
How like a maple tree's for us to guess.
Or for a little girl to guess sometime.
Not now—at least I shouldn't try too hard now.
By and by I will tell you all I know
About the different trees, and something, too,
About your mother that perhaps may help."
Dangerou...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar head,
The primrose, pale for love uncomforted,
The rose that burgeons on the climbing briar,
The crocus-bed, (that seems a moon of fire
Round-girdled with a purple marriage-ring);
And all the flowers of our English Spring,
Fond snowdrops, and the bright-starred daffodil.
Up starts the lark beside the murmuring mill,
And breaks the gossamer-threads of early dew;
And down the river, like a flame of blue,
Keen as an arrow flies the water-king,
While the brown linnets in...Read More

by Frost, Robert
Why did I call him that?”

“It’s right enough.
That’s all you ever heard him called round here.
He seems to have lost off his Christian name.”

“Christian enough I should call that myself.
He took no notice, did he? Well, at least
I didn’t use it out of love of him,
The dear knows. I detest the thought of him
With his ten children under ten years old.
I hate his wretched little Racker Sect,
All’s ever I heard of it, which isn’t much.
B...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...among white;
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. 

Tenderly will I use you, curling grass; 
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men; 
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
It may be you are from old people, and from women, and from offspring taken soon
 out of their mothers’ laps; 
And here you are the mothers’ laps.<...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...rth and the south are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought; 
I did not know I held so much goodness. 

All seems beautiful to me; 
I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me, I would do the same to

I will recruit for myself and you as I go;
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go; 
I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them; 
Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me; 
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be...Read More

by Chesterton, G K
...nge, and quaintly coloured
As the broidery of Bayeux
The England of that dawn remains,
And this of Alfred and the Danes
Seems like the tales a whole tribe feigns
Too English to be true.

Of a good king on an island
That ruled once on a time;
And as he walked by an apple tree
There came green devils out of the sea
With sea-plants trailing heavily
And tracks of opal slime.

Yet Alfred is no fairy tale;
His days as our days ran,
He also looked forth for an hour
On people...Read More

by Bradstreet, Anne
...30 When blushing first, she 'gins to red the Air.
1.31 No wooden horse, but one of metal try'd:
1.32 He seems to fly, or swim, and not to ride.
1.33 Then prancing on the Stage, about he wheels;
1.34 But as he went, death waited at his heels.
1.35 The next came up, in a more graver sort,
1.36 As one that cared for a good report.
1.37 His Sword by's side, and choler in his eyes,
1.38 But neither us'd (as yet) for he was wise,
...Read More

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...sing ear
Steals a fantastic music: he may hear
The babbling fountain of his native land.
Before his eyes the vision seems to stand,
Where at its terraced brink the maids appear,
Who fill their deep urns at its waters clear,
And not refuse the help of lover's hand. 
O cruel jest--he cries, as some one flings
The sparkling drops in sport or shew of ire--
O shameless, O contempt of holy things.
But never of their wanton play they tire,
As not athirst they sit beside ...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
Let visions of the night or of the day 
Come, as they will; and many a time they come, 
Until this earth he walks on seems not earth, 
This light that strikes his eyeball is not light, 
This air that smites his forehead is not air 
But vision--yea, his very hand and foot-- 
In moments when he feels he cannot die, 
And knows himself no vision to himself, 
Nor the high God a vision, nor that One 
Who rose again: ye have seen what ye have seen." 

`So spake the King: I kn...Read More

by Carroll, Lewis
...ow." I have heard people try to give it the sound of the"o" in "worry." Such is Human Perversity. This also seems a fitting occasion to notice the other hard works in that poem. Humpty-Dumpty's theory, of two meanings packed into one word like a port{-} manteau, seems to me the right explanation for all. 

For instance, take the two words "fuming" and "furious." Make up your mind that you will say both words, but leave it unsettled which you will say f...Read More

by Wordsworth, William
...ry,  She gently pats the pony's side,  On which her idiot boy must ride,  And seems no longer in a hurry.   But when the pony moved his legs,  Oh! then for the poor idiot boy!  For joy he cannot hold the bridle,  For joy his head and heels are idle,  He's idle all for very joy.   And while the pony moves his legs,  In Johnny...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter, the bosky thickets, sleep
     So stilly on thy bosom deep,
     The lark's blithe carol from the cloud
     Seems for the scene too gayly loud.

     Speed, Malise, speed! The lake is past,
     Duncraggan's huts appear at last,
     And peep, like moss-grown rocks, half seen
     Half hidden in the copse so green;
     There mayst thou rest, thy labor done,
     Their lord shall speed the signal on.—
     As stoops the hawk upon his prey,
     ...Read More

by Blake, William strong
in cunning.
Thus one portion of being, is the Prolific. the other, the
Devouring: to the devourer it seems as if the producer was in
his chains, but it is not so, he only takes portions of existence
and fancies that the whole.
But the Prolific would cease to be Prolific unless the
Devourer as a sea recieved the excess of his delights.
Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God
only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.
These two...Read More

by Shakur, Tupac
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared. ...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord) upon its shoulders, 
There would have been a different tale to tell; 
The fellow-feeling in the saint's beholders 
Seems to have acted on them like a spell, 
And so this very foolish head heaven solders 
Back on its trunk: it may be very well, 
And seems the custom here to overthrow 
Whatever has been wisely done below.' 


The angel answer'd, 'Peter! do not pout: 
The king who comes has head and all entire, 
And never knew much what it was about — 
He did as d...Read More

by Miller, Alice Duer
...By the power, for good or ill bestowed, 
Only on those who live by code. 

Oh, that inflexible code of living,
That seems so easy and unconstrained,
The Englishman's code of taking and giving
Rights and privileges pre-ordained,
Based since English life began
On the prime importance of being a man.

And what a voice he had-gentle, profound, 
Clear masculine!—I melted at the sound. 
Oh, English voices, are there any words 
Those tones to tell, those cadences to ...Read More

by Akhmatova, Anna
...ll near a tree.

I promised that I would not mourn her.
But my heart turned to stone without choice,
And it seems to me that everywhere
And always I'll hear her sweet voice.

x x x

True love's memory, You are heavy!
In your smoke I sing and burn,
And the rest -- is only fire
To keep the chilled soul warm.

To keep warm the sated body,
They need my tears for this
Did I for this sing your song, God?
Did I take part of love for this?

Le...Read More

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