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Famous Shriller Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Swift, Jonathan
The kennel-edge, where wheels had worn the place.
The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep;
Till drown'd in shriller notes of "chimney-sweep."
Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet;
And brickdust Moll had scream'd through half a street.
The turnkey now his flock returning sees,
Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees.
The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands;
And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands....Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...him awhile, and then stole back sadly and wearily.

Far off he heard the city's hum and noise,
And now and then the shriller laughter where
The passionate purity of brown-limbed boys
Wrestled or raced in the clear healthful air,
And now and then a little tinkling bell
As the shorn wether led the sheep down to the mossy well.

Through the grey willows danced the fretful gnat,
The grasshopper chirped idly from the tree,
In sleek and oily coat the water-rat
Breasting the...Read more of this...

by Betjeman, John
...tide the off-shore breezes blow.
Oh wind and water, this is Felixstowe.

In winter when the sea winds chill and shriller
Than those of summer, all their cold unload
Full on the gimcrack attic of the villa
Where I am lodging off the Orwell Road,
I put my final shilling in the meter
And only make my loneliness completer.

In eighteen ninety-four when we were founded,
Counting our Reverend Mother we were six,
How full of hope we were and prayer-surrounded
"The Little...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
Resounding discords, till at last 
Llewellyn turned—as will be seen.

Priscilla, warmer than her name, 
And shriller than the sound of saws, 
Pursued Llewellyn once too far, 
Not knowing quite the man he was. 

The more she said, the fiercer clung
The stinging garment of his wrath; 
And this was all before the day 
When Time tossed roses in his path. 

Before the roses ever came 
Llewellyn had already risen.
The roses may have ruined him, 
They may hav...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy herself go dreaming
Of Theodore her husband, and the tune
From `Orfeo' swam through her mind, but seeming
Changed -- shriller. Of a sudden, the clear moon
Showed her a passer-by, inopportune
Indeed, but here he was, whistling and striding.
Lotta squeezed in between the currants, hiding.
"The best laid plans of mice and men," alas!
The stranger came indeed, but did not pass.
Instead, he leant upon the garden-gate,
Folding his arms and whistling. Lotta's ...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...and swords with blood were gilt: 
But the rampart is won, and the spoil begun 
And all but the after carnage done. 
Shriller shrieks now mingling come 
From within the plunder'd dome: 
Hark to the haste of flying feet, 
That splash in the blood of the slippery street; 
But here and there, where 'vantage ground 
Against the foe may still be found, 
Desperate groups, of twelve or ten, 
Make a pause, and turn again — 
With banded backs against the wall, 
Fiercely stand, or f...Read more of this...

by Lovelace, Richard
...hs and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple in the deep
Know no such liberty.

When, like committed linnets, I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my King;
When I shall voice aloud how good

He is, how great should be,
Enlarged winds that curl the flood
Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul...Read more of this...

by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...the charge of the ruining Atlantic
Where deaths by regiments ride,
With clouds and clamours of waters,
With a long note shriller than slaughter's
On the furrowless fields world-wide,

With terror, with ardour and wonder,
With the soul of the season that wakes
When the weight of a whole year's thunder
In the tidestream of autumn breaks,
Let the flight of the wide-winged word
Come over, come in and be heard,
Take form and fire for our sakes.

For a continent bloodless with ...Read more of this...

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