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Famous Seeth Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Haxton, Brooks
...The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth 
 the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in 
 the blood of the wicked. Psalm 58

It was the fortieth year since Buchenwald: two thousand
Jewish refugees in Sudan starved while Reagan visited
the graves of Nazis. CBS paid off Westmoreland
for their rude disclosure of his lies and crimes:
he had killed thirty of the enemy, let’s not forget,
for ev...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
Truth and God's Own Common Sense,
 Which is more than knowledge!

Each degree of Latitude
 Strung about Creation
Seeth one or more of us
(Of one muster each of us),
Diligent in that he does,
 Keen in his vocation.

This we learned from famous men,
 Knowing not its uses,
When they showed, in daily work--
Man must finish off his work--
Right or wrong, his daily work--
 And without excuses.

Servant of the Staff and chain,
 Mine and fuse and grapnel--
Some, befor...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 The old man entereth, the day eterne; 
 And in the young man's eye a flame may burn, 
 But in the old man's eye one seeth light. 
 As Jacob slept, or Judith, so full deep 
 Slept Boaz 'neath the leaves. Now it betided, 
 Heaven's gate being partly open, that there glided 
 A fair dream forth, and hovered o'er his sleep. 
 And in his dream to heaven, the blue and broad, 
 Right from his loins an oak tree grew amain. 
 His race ran up it far, like a long chain;...Read More

by Keats, John
...a flood of crystal. On a ridge
Now fareth he, that o'er the vast beneath
Towers like an ocean-cliff, and whence he seeth
A hundred waterfalls, whose voices come
But as the murmuring surge. Chilly and numb
His bosom grew, when first he, far away,
Descried an orbed diamond, set to fray
Old darkness from his throne: 'twas like the sun
Uprisen o'er chaos: and with such a stun
Came the amazement, that, absorb'd in it,
He saw not fiercer wonders--past the wit
Of any spirit...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth and men are more than seeming;
Workings are they of the self-same powers,
Which the Poet, in no idle dreaming,
Seeth in himself and in the flowers.

Everywhere about us are they glowing,
Some like stars, to tell us Spring is born;
Others, their blue eyes with tears o'er-flowing,
Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn;

Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing,
And in Summer's green-emblazoned field,
But in arms of brave old Autumn's wearing,
In the centre of his braz...Read More

by Petrarch, Francesco
...n my forehead plain,The dread and daring of my deep heart reads,And seeth Love, to punish its misdeeds,Lighten her piercing eyes with worse disdain.Wherefore—as one who fears the impending blowOf angry Jove—it back in haste retires,For great fears ever master great desires;But the cold fire and sh...Read More

by Petrarch, Francesco
...e genius never dares;Thus, though upon the sun man fix his sight,He seeth less as fiercer burns its light. Macgregor....Read More

by Twain, Mark you through."

Lo! scarce the words have passed his lips
The dauntless prophet say'th,
When every soul about him seeth
A wonder crown his faith!

And count ye all, both great and small,
As numbered with the dead:
For mariner for forty year,
On Erie, boy and man,
I never yet saw such a storm,
Or one't with it began!"

So overboard a keg of nails
And anvils three we threw,
Likewise four bales of gunny-sacks,
Two hundred pounds of glue,
Two sacks of corn, four ditto wheat...Read More

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
Letting my number'd moments run away--
Nor e'en 'twixt night and day to heaven aspire:
So true it is that what the eye seeth not
But slow is loved, and loved is soon forgot. 

O my life's mischief, once my love's delight,
That drew'st a mortgage on my heart's estate,
Whose baneful clause is never out of date,
Nor can avenging time restore my right:
Whom first to lose sounded that note of spite,
Whereto my doleful days were tuned by fate:
That art the well-loved cause ...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...way to wende
To paleys-ward; and Pandare him aspyde,
And seyde, 'Nece, y-see who cometh here ryde!

'O flee not in, he seeth us, I suppose;
Lest he may thinke that ye him eschuwe.' 
'Nay, nay,' quod she, and wex as reed as rose.
With that he gan hir humbly to saluwe
With dreedful chere, and oft his hewes muwe;
And up his look debonairly he caste,
And bekked on Pandare, and forth he paste. 

God woot if he sat on his hors a-right,
Or goodly was beseyn, that ilke d...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...coude fele 
In every thing, to pleye anoon bigan,
And seyde, 'Nece, see how this lord can knele!
Now, for your trouthe, seeth this gentil man!'
And with that word he for a quisshen ran,
And seyde, 'Kneleth now, whyl that yow leste, 
Ther god your hertes bringe sone at reste!'

Can I not seyn, for she bad him not ryse,
If sorwe it putte out of hir remembraunce,
Or elles that she toke it in the wyse
Of duetee, as for his observaunce; 
But wel finde I she dide him this plesaunce...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...ul wrecche, y-see,
That my-self hate, and ay my birthe acorse,
Felinge alwey, fro wikke I go to worse. 

'Who-so me seeth, he seeth sorwe al at ones,
Peyne, torment, pleynte, wo, distresse.
Out of my woful body harm ther noon is,
As anguish, langour, cruel bitternesse,
A-noy, smert, drede, fury, and eek siknesse. 
I trowe, y-wis, from hevene teres reyne,
For pitee of myn aspre and cruel peyne! '

'And thou, my suster, ful of discomfort,'
Quod Pandarus, 'what thenk...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
O lady myn, that I love and no mo!
To whom for ever-mo myn herte I dowe; 
See how I deye, ye nil me not rescowe!

'Who seeth yow now, my righte lode-sterre?
Who sit right now or stant in your presence?
Who can conforten now your hertes werre?
Now I am gon, whom yeve ye audience? 
Who speketh for me right now in myn absence?
Allas, no wight; and that is al my care;
For wel wot I, as yvel as I ye fare.

'How sholde I thus ten dayes ful endure,
Whan I the firste night have ...Read More

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