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Famous Serfs Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Byron, George (Lord)
...LARA. [1] 

CANTO THE FIRST. 

I. 

The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, [2] 
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain; 
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord — 
The long self-exiled chieftain is restored: 
There be bright faces in the busy hall, 
Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall; 
Far chequering o'er the pictured window, plays 
The unwonted fagots' hospitable blaze; 
And g...Read More



by Browning, Robert
...ound at the mead,
Straight at the castle, that's best indeed
To look at from outside the walls:
As for us, styled the ``serfs and thralls,''
She as much thanked me as if she had said it,
(With her eyes, do you understand?)
Because I patted her horse while I led it;
And Max, who rode on her other hand,
Said, no bird flew past but she inquired
What its true name was, nor ever seemed tired---
If that was an eagle she saw hover,
And the green and grey bird on the field was the pl...Read More

by Dickinson, Emily
...The Lamp burns sure -- within --
Tho' Serfs -- supply the Oil --
It matters not the busy Wick --
At her phosphoric toil!

The Slave -- forgets -- to fill --
The Lamp -- burns golden -- on --
Unconscious that the oil is out --
As that the Slave -- is gone....Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...on, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de
maladie, et de peril de mort, les nobles se repentirent de
posseder des serfs, comme d'une chose peu agreable a Dieu, qui
avait cree tous les hommes a son image.--THIERRY, Conquete de
l'Angleterre.

In his chamber, weak and dying,
Was the Norman baron lying;
Loud, without, the tempest thundered
And the castle-turret shook,

In this fight was Death the gainer,
Spite of vassal and retainer,
And the lands his sires had plun...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...palm you'll find us, with never claim to bind us,
 By track and trail you'll meet us once again.

We are the fated serfs to freedom -- sky and sea;
 We have failed where slummy cities overflow;
But the stranger ways of earth know our pride and know our worth,
 And we go into the dark as fighters go.

Yes, we go into the night as brave men go,
Though our faces they be often streaked with woe;
 Yet we're hard as cats to kill,
 And our hearts are reckless still,
And we'...Read More



by Chesterton, G K
...sters, bade us fight; and scorned us never again.
Weak if we be for ever, could none condemn us then;
Men called us serfs and drudges; men knew that we were men.
In foam and flame at Trafalgar, on Albuera plains,
We did and died like lions, to keep ourselves in chains,
We lay in living ruins; firing and fearing not
The strange fierce face of the Frenchmen who knew for what they fought,
And the man who seemed to be more than a man we strained against and broke;
And we ...Read More

by Jackson, Helen Hunt
...or state, 
Nor token, to betray where thou dost wait. 
All Nature stands, for thee, ambassador; 
Her forces all thy serfs, for peace or war. 
greatest and least alike, thou rul'st their fate,-- 
The avalanch chained until its century's date, 
The mulberry leaf made robe for emperor! 
Shall man alone thy law deny? --refuse 
Thy healing for his blunders and his sins? 
Oh, make us thine! Teach us who waits best sues; 
Who longest waits of all most surely wins. 
When ...Read More

by Padel, Ruth
...rries, glimmering hairy stars:
The old, rude bushes she has hide-and-seeked in all 
Her life, where mother commands the serfs to sing
While picking, so they can't hurl
The odd gog into their mouths. No one could spy
Her here, not even the sun in its burn-time. Her cheeks 
Are simmering fire.
We're talking iridescence, a Red Admiral's last tremble
Before the avid schoolboy plunks his net.
Or imagine
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A leveret - like the hare you shot, remember? 
Which ran ro...Read More

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