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Famous Shrubbery Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Poe, Edgar Allan oh! may my weary spirit dwell-
Apart from Heaven's Eternity- and yet how far from Hell!
What guilty spirit, in what shrubbery dim,
Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn?
But two: they fell: for Heaven no grace imparts
To those who hear not for their beating hearts.
A maiden-angel and her seraph-lover-
O! where (and ye may seek the wide skies over)
Was Love, the blind, near sober Duty known?
Unguided Love hath fallen- 'mid "tears of perfect moan."
He was a go...Read more of this...

by Williams, William Carlos (WCW)
...w frolicsome

she grew before him
dancing and
how disconsolate

he retreated
she following
through the shrubbery...Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...they can quench their thirst if very dry. 

Then, after that, they can have a walk at their ease,
Amongst the green shrubbery and tall pine trees;
And in the centre of the pand they can see
Three beautiful little islets dressed in green livery. 

Monikie is as bonnie a place as ye could wish to see,
And about eleven or twelve miles from bonnie Dundee;
It's the only place I know of to enjoy a holiday,
Because there's a hall of shelter there to keep the rain away. 
...Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz drive dull care away. 

The scenery there is most enchanting to be seen,
Especially the fine mansions with their shrubbery green;
And the trees and ivy are beautiful to view
Growing in front of each stately home in the avenue. 

There the little birds and beautiful butterflies
Are soaring heavenwards almost to the skies,
And the busy bees are to be seen on the wing,
As from flower to flower they hummingly sing, 

As they gather honey all the day,
From flowery garde...Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...e of Kilmany, so lovely and fair? 
And the little village in the Howe is lovely to see,
In the midst of green trees and shrubbery;
And the little rivulet, as it wimples along,
Can be heard singing aloud an aquatic song. 


And the old church there is built on a knoll,
And on the Sabbath mornings the church bell does toll,
Inviting the people to join in prayer,
While the echoes of the bell is heard in mid-air. 


Then there's a little schoolroom, surrou...Read more of this...

by Jeffers, Robinson the Swiss forests, the dark 
 robes of Pilatus, no trunk like these there;
But these are underwood; they are only a shrubbery 
 about the boles of the trees.

 Our people are clever and masterful;
They have powers in the mass, they accomplish marvels. 
 It is possible Time will make them before it 
 annuls them, but at present
There is not one memorable person, there is not one 
 mind to stand with the trees, one life with 
 the mountains....Read more of this...

by Thomas, Dylan
...And I am struck as lonely as a holy marker by the sun.

 Praise that the spring time is all
Gabriel and radiant shrubbery as the morning grows joyful
 Out of the woebegone pyre
And the multitude's sultry tear turns cool on the weeping wall,
 My arising prodgidal
Sun the father his quiver full of the infants of pure fire,
 But blessed be hail and upheaval
That uncalm still it is sure alone to stand and sing
 Alone in the husk of man's home
And the mother and toppling h...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled wit...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...n see it already: chalks and ochers; 
Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines;
Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; 
Sporadic haystacks standing on the grass;
Smoky old rooftops tarnishing the landscape; 
A river (not Cayster or Ganges, though:
A feeble Norman salt-infested watercourse); 
On the right, to the north, bizarre terrain
All angular--you'd think a shovel did it. 
So that's the foreground. An old chapel adds
Its antique spire, and gathers alon...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...ter tinkled among the teacups.
I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees,
And of Priapus in the shrubbery
Gaping at the lady in the swing.
In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor Channing-Cheetah’s
He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
His laughter was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the sea’s
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf....Read more of this...

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...of strangers as they pass by. 

The braes of Belgrave Crescent is lovely to see,
With its beautiful walks and green shrubbery.
'Tis health for the people that lives near by there
To walk along the bonny walks and breathe the sweet air. 

Therefore all lovers of the picturesque, bo advised by me
And the beautiful scenery of the River Leith go and see,
And I am sure you will get a very great treat,
Because the River of Leith scenery cannot be beat....Read more of this...

by Cowper, William
...Oh happy shades--to me unblest!
Friendly to peace, but not to me!
How ill the scene that offers rest,
And heart that cannot rest, agree!
This glassy stream, that spreading pine,
Those alders quiv'ring to the breeze,
Might sooth a soul less hurt than mine,
And please, if any thing could please.

But fix'd unalterable care
Foregoes not what she feels wit...Read more of this...

by Kunitz, Stanley
...All summer I heard them 
rustling in the shrubbery, 
outracing me from tier 
to tier in my garden,
a whisper among the viburnums, 
a signal flashed from the hedgerow,
a shadow pulsing 
in the barberry thicket.
Now that the nights are chill 
and the annuals spent,
I should have thought them gone, 
in a torpor of blood 
slipped to the nether world 
before the sickle frost.
Not so. In the ...Read more of this...

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