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Famous Smite Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Smart, Christopher
...yer be pure, 
And love, which could itself inure 
 To fasting and to fear— 
Clean in his gestures, hands, and feet, 
To smite the lyre, the dance complete, 
 To play the sword and spear. 

Sublime—invention ever young, 
Of vast conception, tow'ring tongue, 
 To God th'eternal theme; 
Notes from yon exaltations caught, 
Unrival'd royalty of thought, 
 O'er meaner strains supreme. 

Contemplative—on God to fix 
His musings, and above the six 
 The Sabbath-day h...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...any, though his face was bare. 
But Arthur, looking downward as he past, 
Felt the light of her eyes into his life 
Smite on the sudden, yet rode on, and pitched 
His tents beside the forest. Then he drave 
The heathen; after, slew the beast, and felled 
The forest, letting in the sun, and made 
Broad pathways for the hunter and the knight 
And so returned. 

For while he lingered there, 
A doubt that ever smouldered in the hearts 
Of those great Lords and Barons ...Read More

by Moody, William Vaughn
...iscern the right 
And do it, tardily. -- O ye who lead, 
Take heed! 
Blindness we may forgive, but baseness we will smite....Read More

by Wilde, Oscar fisher as he trimmed his lamp
Far out at sea off Sunium, or cast
The net for tunnies, heard a brazen tramp
Of horses smite the waves, and a wild blast
Divide the folded curtains of the night,
And knelt upon the little poop, and prayed in holy fright.

And guilty lovers in their venery
Forgat a little while their stolen sweets,
Deeming they heard dread Dian's bitter cry;
And the grim watchmen on their lofty seats
Ran to their shields in haste precipitate,
Or strained bl...Read More

by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...ape as of one from the blest souls' islands,
Made fair by a soul too fair for death,
With eyes on the light that should smite them blind.

Vallombrosa remotely remembers,
Perchance, what still to us seems so near
That time not darkens it, change not mars,
The foot that she knew when her leaves were September's,
The face lift up to the star-blind seer,
That saw from his prison arisen his stars.

And Pisa broods on her dead, not mourning,
For love of her loveliness give...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
And knowest thou now from whence I come--from him 
From waging bitter war with him: and he, 
That did not shun to smite me in worse way, 
Had yet that grace of courtesy in him left, 
He spared to lift his hand against the King 
Who made him knight: but many a knight was slain; 
And many more, and all his kith and kin 
Clave to him, and abode in his own land. 
And many more when Modred raised revolt, 
Forgetful of their troth and fealty, clave 
To Modred, and a remna...Read More

by Alighieri, Dante
 Then the demon Charon rose 
 To herd them in, with eyes that furnace-hot 
 Glowed at the task, and lifted oar to smite 
 Who lingered. 
 As the leaves, when autumn shows, 
 One after one descending, leave the bough, 
 Or doves come downward to the call, so now 
 The evil seed of Adam to endless night, 
 As Charon signalled, from the shore's bleak height, 
 Cast themselves downward to the bark. The brown 
 And bitter flood received them, and while they passed 
 ...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...ope himself had ceased to feel. 
None fled, for well they knew that flight were vain, 
But those that waver turn to smite again, 
While yet they find the firmest of the foe 
Recoil before their leader's look and blow; 
Now girt with numbers, now almost alone, 
He foils their ranks, or reunites his own; 
Himself he spared not — once they seem'd to fly — 
Now was the time, he waved his hand on high, 
And shook — Why sudden droops that plumed crest? 
The shaft is sped — the ...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord) through the mist of tears,
Guerdon of many a painful hour;
Tomorrow would have given him power
To rule, to shine, to smite, to save -
And must it dawn upon his grave?


'The sun was sinking - still I lay
Chained to the chill and stiffening steed,
I thought to mingle there our clay;
And my dim eyes of death had need,
No hope arose of being freed.
I cast my last looks up the sky,
And there between me and the sun 
I saw the expecting raven fly,
Who scarce would wai...Read More

by Milton, John
...n him tempered so, that neither keen 
Nor solid might resist that edge: it met 
The sword of Satan, with steep force to smite 
Descending, and in half cut sheer; nor staid, 
But with swift wheel reverse, deep entering, shared 
All his right side: Then Satan first knew pain, 
And writhed him to and fro convolved; so sore 
The griding sword with discontinuous wound 
Passed through him: But the ethereal substance closed, 
Not long divisible; and from the gash 
A stream of nectur...Read More

by Chesterton, G K earthquake
Uprent the Wessex tree;
The whirlpool of the pagan sway
Had swirled his sires as sticks away
When a flood smites the sea.

And the great kings of Wessex
Wearied and sank in gore,
And even their ghosts in that great stress
Grew greyer and greyer, less and less,
With the lords that died in Lyonesse
And the king that comes no more.

And the God of the Golden Dragon
Was dumb upon his throne,
And the lord of the Golden Dragon
Ran in the woods alone.

And ...Read More

by Lanier, Sidney

And I forgive
Thee, Milton, those thy comic-dreadful wars
Where, armed with gross and inconclusive steel,
Immortals smite immortals mortalwise
And fill all heaven with folly.

Also thee,
Brave Aeschylus, thee I forgive, for that
Thine eye, by bare bright justice basilisked,
Turned not, nor ever learned to look where Love
Stands shining.

So, unto thee, Lucretius mine
(For oh, what heart hath loved thee like to this
That's now complaining?), freely I forgive
Thy lo...Read More

by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...these take flight.
If but one sovereign word
Of thy live lips be heard,
What man shall stop us, and what God shall smite?
Do thou but look in our dead eyes,
They are stars that light each other till thy sundawn rise.

Thou art the eye of this blind body of man,
The tongue of this dumb people; shalt thou not
See, shalt thou speak not for them?
Time is wan And hope is weak with waiting, and swift thought
Hath lost the wings at heel wherewith he ran,
And on the red pi...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...worken as I shall you say
To-morrow, when ye riden on the way,
Now by my father's soule that is dead,
*But ye be merry, smiteth off* mine head. *unless you are merry,
Hold up your hands withoute more speech. smite off my head*

Our counsel was not longe for to seech*: *seek
Us thought it was not worth to *make it wise*, *discuss it at length*
And granted him withoute more avise*, *consideration
And bade him say his verdict, as him lest.
Lordings (quoth he), now he...Read More

by Lanier, Sidney the Father of the world
And Regent of it whilst our God is gone;
Thou that shouldst blaze with conferred majesty
And smite old Lust-o'-the-Flesh so as by flame;
Thou that canst turn thy key and lock Grief up
Or turn thy key and unlock Heaven's Gate,
Thou that shouldst be the veritable hand
That Christ down-stretcheth out of heaven yet
To draw up him that fainteth to His heart,
Thou that shouldst bear thy fruit, yet virgin live,
As she that bore a man yet sinned not,
Thou t...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...necke lieth *to wed*. *in pledge*

How great a sorrow suff'reth now Arcite!
The death he feeleth through his hearte smite;
He weepeth, waileth, crieth piteously;
To slay himself he waiteth privily.
He said; "Alas the day that I was born!
Now is my prison worse than beforn:
*Now is me shape* eternally to dwell *it is fixed for me*
Not in purgatory, but right in hell.
Alas! that ever I knew Perithous.
For elles had I dwelt with Theseus
Y-fettered in his prison e...Read More

by Stephens, James
...r friend so hard to find, 
I yet shall find you, yet shall put My breast 
In enmity or love against your breast: 
Shall smite or clasp with equal ecstasy 
The enemy or friend who grows to Me. 

The topmost blossom of his growing I 
Shall take unto Me, cherish and lift high 
Beside myself upon My holy throne: -- 
It is not good for God to be alone. 
The perfect woman of his perfect race 
Shall sit beside Me in the highest place 
And be my Goddess, Queen, Companion, Wif...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...t, providence
And when thou hast done thus as I have said,
And hast our vitaille fair in them y-laid,
And eke an axe to smite the cord in two
When that the water comes, that we may go,
And break an hole on high upon the gable
Into the garden-ward, over the stable,
That we may freely passe forth our way,
When that the greate shower is gone away.
Then shalt thou swim as merry, I undertake,
As doth the white duck after her drake:
Then will I clepe,* 'How, Alison? How, John? ...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...the Allah shout! a band 
Of the Mussulman bravest and best is at hand: 
Their leader's nervous arm is bare, 
Swifter to smite, and never to spare — 
Unclothed to the shoulder it waves them on; 
Thus in the fight is he ever known: 
Others a gaudier garb may show, 
To them the spoil of the greedy foe; 
Many a hand's on a richer hilt, 
But none on a steel more ruddily gilt; 
Many a loftier turban may wear, — 
Alp is but known by the white arm bare; 
Look through the thick of the...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
And near he came, and kneeled fair adown,
And saide", "Deare sister Alisoun,
As help me God, I shall thee never smite:
That I have done it is thyself to wite,* *blame
Forgive it me, and that I thee beseek."* *beseech
And yet eftsoons* I hit him on the cheek, *immediately; again
And saidde, "Thief, thus much am I awreak.* *avenged
Now will I die, I may no longer speak."

But at the last, with muche care and woe
We fell accorded* by ourselves two: *agreed
He...Read More

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