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Famous Shrubs Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Smart, Christopher
...aid's pap 
 The scaled infant clings. 

 LV 
The spotted ounce and playsome cubs
Run rustling 'mongst the flow'ring shrubs, 
 And lizards feed the moss; 
For ADORATION beasts embark, 
While waves upholding halcyon's ark 
 No longer roar and toss. 

 LVI 
While Israel sits beneath his fig, 
With coral root and amber sprig 
 The wean'd advent'rer sports; 
Where to the palm the jasmine cleaves, 
For ADORATION 'mongst the leaves 
 The gale his peace reports. 

 LVII 
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by Tebb, Barry
...re is frost everywhere, holding together

The clamped benches in the garden for the blind,

Binding the branches of the shrubs sewn along

The path to the garden for the disabled.

I have touched the haptic stones, patterned

In the empty silence of Roundhay’s dawn,

The park stretching away in trees and mist

And morning frost.





52



Time after time

Time out of mind

I have searched for you,

Unending as my song

The search is going on.





53



They have...Read more of this...

by Guillen, Rafael
...othing but two eyes, all I have,
simply two eyes, for the harvest
of grief that's hidden in this jungle
like the coffee shrubs. Fewer,
but they fling themselves upwards, untouchable,
are the trees that invidiously shut out
the light from this overwhelming indigence.
With my machete I go through the paths
of the cafetal.

Intricate paths
where the tamags lies in wait, sunk
in the luxuriant vegetation of the tropics,
the carnal luxury that gleams
in the eyes of the ...Read more of this...

by Bowers, Edgar
...ulled our station wagon
Out of the gluey mire, earth’s rust. Then, here
And there, back from the road, the specimen
Shrubs and small trees my father planted, some
Taller than we were, some in bloom, some berried,
And some we still brought water to. We always
Paused at the weed-filled hole beside the beech
That, one year, brought forth beech nuts by the thousands,
A hole still reminiscent of the man
Chewing tobacco in among his whiskers
My father happened on, who, disc...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...thout a timely stop, 
Had quickly levelled every cedar's top? 
Therefore first growing to thyself a law, 
Th' ambitious shrubs thou in just time didst awe. 

So have I seen at sea, when whirling winds, 
Hurry the bark, but more the seamen's minds, 
Who with mistaken course salute the sand, 
And threatening rocks misapprehend for land, 
While baleful Tritons to the shipwreck guide, 
And corposants along the tackling slide, 
The passengers all wearied out before, 
Giddy, an...Read more of this...



by Bradstreet, Anne
...for more than to do well,
That nightingales he might excel.
My fifth, whose down is yet scarce gone,
Is 'mongst the shrubs and bushes flown,
And as his wings increase in strength,
On higher boughs he'll perch at length.
My other three still with me nest,
Until they're grown, then as the rest,
Or here or there they'll take their flight,
As is ordained, so shall they light.
If birds could weep, then would my tears
Let others know what are my fears
Lest this my brood...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...wls down from Siberia's waste,
And strips the forest in its haste, -
But these were few and far between,
Set thick with shrubs more young and green,
Luxuriant with their annual leaves,
Ere strown by those autumnal eves
That nip the forest's foliage dead,
Discoloured with a lifeless red,
Which stands thereon like stiffened gore
Upon the slain when battle's o'er,
And some long winter's night hath shed
Its frost o'er every tombless head,
So cold and stark, the raven's beak
May p...Read more of this...

by Finch, Anne Kingsmill
...more such gentle Methods you pursue, 
But marching now in terrible Array, 
Undistinguish'd was your Prey: 
In vain the Shrubs, with lowly Bent, 
Sought their Destruction to prevent; 
The Beech in vain, with out-stretch'd Arms, 
Deprecates th' approaching Harms; 
In vain the Oak (so often storm'd) 
Rely'd upon that native Force, 
By which already was perform'd 
So much of his appointed Course, 
As made him, fearless of Decay, 
Wait but the accomplish'd Time 
Of his long-wish'...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...eyed on, pensive and slow; 
But further way found none, so thick entwined, 
As one continued brake, the undergrowth 
Of shrubs and tangling bushes had perplexed 
All path of man or beast that passed that way. 
One gate there only was, and that looked east 
On the other side: which when the arch-felon saw, 
Due entrance he disdained; and, in contempt, 
At one flight bound high over-leaped all bound 
Of hill or highest wall, and sheer within 
Lights on his feet. As when...Read more of this...

by Ondaatje, Michael
...trees of law

In the midst of love for you
my wife's suffering
anger in every direction
and the children wise
as tough shrubs
but they are not tough
--so I fear
how anything can grow from this

all the wise blood
poured from little cuts
down into the sink

this hour it is not
your body I want
but your quiet company...Read more of this...

by Gibran, Kahlil
...mpanion's departure. 

As they reached the burial place they deposited the casket into a ditch away from the tended shrubs and marble stones, and retreated after a few simple words to God. The dog made one last turn to look at his friend's grave as the small group disappeared behind the trees. 

I looked at the city of the living and said to myself, "That place belongs to the few." Then I looked upon the trim city of the dead and said, "That place, too, belong...Read more of this...

by Bryant, William Cullen
...lie dead; 
They rustle to the eddying gust and to the rabbit's tread; 
The robin and the wren are flown and from the shrubs the jay 5 
And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. 

Where are the flowers the fair young flowers that lately sprang and stood 
In brighter light and softer airs a beauteous sisterhood? 
Alas! they all are in their graves the gentle race of flowers 
Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. 10...Read more of this...

by Goldsmith, Oliver
...ar yonder copse, where once the garden smiled,
And still where many a garden flower grows wild;
There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose,
The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year;
Remote from towns he ran his godly race,
Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place;
Unpractised he to fawn, or seek for power,
By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour;
Far other aims his he...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...hout a timely stop,
Had quickly Levell'd every Cedar's top.
Therefore first growing to thy self a Law,
Th'ambitious Shrubs thou in just time didst aw.
So have I seen at Sea, when whirling Winds,
Hurry the Bark, but more the Seamens minds,
Who with mistaken Course salute the Sand,
And threat'ning Rocks misapprehend for Land;
While baleful Tritons to the shipwrack guide.
And Corposants along the Tacklings slide.
The Passengers all wearyed out before,
Giddy, and ...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne
...ee
5.30 When it was rul'd by that Celestial she,
5.31 And like a Cedar others so surmount
5.32 That but for shrubs they did themselves account.
5.33 Then saw I France, and Holland sav'd, Calais won,
5.34 And Philip and Albertus half undone.
5.35 I saw all peace at home, terror to foes,
5.36 But ah, I saw at last those eyes to close,
5.37 And then, me thought, the world at noon grew dark
5.38 When it had lost that radiant Sun-like sp...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...ow's light;
Beneath, a river's wintry stream
Has shrunk before the summer beam,
And left a channel bleak and bare,
Save shrubs that spring to perish there:
Each side the midway path there lay
Small broken crags of granite grey
By time, or mountain lightning, riven
From summits clad in mists of heaven;
For where is he that hath beheld
The peak of Liakura unveiled?


They reach the grove of pine at last:
'Bismillah! now the peril's past;
For yonder view the opening plain,
And t...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...-zone! 
Zigzag steerer desert cheerer  
Let me chase thy waving lines; 
Keep me nearer me thy hearer  
Singing over shrubs and vines. 10 

Insect lover of the sun  
Joy of thy dominion! 
Sailor of the atmosphere; 
Swimmer through the waves of air; 
Voyager of light and noon; 15 
Epicurean of June; 
Wait I prithee till I come 
Within earshot of thy hum ¡ª 
All without is martyrdom. 

When the south wind in May days 20 
With a net of shining haze 
Silv...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...le glade,
     All twinkling with the dewdrop sheen,
     The briar-rose fell in streamers green,
     kind creeping shrubs of thousand dyes
     Waved in the west-wind's summer sighs.
     XII.

     Boon nature scattered, free and wild,
     Each plant or flower, the mountain's child.
     Here eglantine embalmed the air,
     Hawthorn and hazel mingled there;
     The primrose pale and violet flower
     Found in each cliff a narrow bower;
     Foxglove and ni...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...g to the apples on the tree,
With cheeks as round and red as they;
And now among the yellow stalks,
Among the flowering shrubs and plants,
As restless as the bee.
Along the garden walks,
The tracks of thy small carriage-wheels I trace;
And see at every turn how they efface
Whole villages of sand-roofed tents,
That rise like golden domes
Above the cavernous and secret homes
Of wandering and nomadic tribes of ants.
Ah, cruel little Tamerlane,
Who, with thy dreadful reig...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...uires
Echo about their tuned Fires.

The Nightingale does here make choice
To sing the Tryals of her Voice.
Low Shrubs she sits in, and adorns
With Musick high the squatted Thorns.
But highest Oakes stoop down to hear,
And listning Elders prick the Ear.
The Thorn, lest it should hurt her, draws
Within the Skin its shrunken claws.

But I have for my Musick found
A Sadder, yet more pleasing Sound:
The Stock-doves whose fair necks are grac'd
With Nuptial Ring...Read more of this...

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