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Famous Songs Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...Drew HIS attention who first touch'd the soul 
With taste of harmony, and bade the spheres 
Move in rich measure to the songs on high. 
Fill'd with this spirit poesy no more 
Adorns that vain mythology believ'd, 
By rude barbarian, and no more receives, 
The tale traditional, and hymn profane, 
Sung by high genius, basely prostitute. 
New strains are heard, such as first in the morn 
Of time, were sung by the angelic choirs, 
When rising from chaotic state the earth 
...Read More

by Neruda, Pablo
...low to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.

You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,
lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.

The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...always ready to fall for

For the great Idea! 
That, O my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.

Songs of stern defiance, ever ready, 
Songs of the rapid arming, and the march, 
The flag of peace quick-folded, and instead, the flag we know, 
Warlike flag of the great Idea. 

(Angry cloth I saw there leaping!
I stand again in leaden rain, your flapping folds saluting; 
I sing you over all, flying, beckoning through the fight—O the hard-contested figh...Read More

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors
Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens,
Solemnly down the street came the parish priest, and the children
Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them.
Reverend walked he among them; and up rose matrons and maidens,
Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate welcome.
Then came the laborers home from the field, and serenely the sun sank
Dow...Read More

by Sexton, Anne
into it and your lungs a gonna get paid 
and your clothes a gonna melt. 
Hear that, Ms. Dog! 
You of the songs, 
you of the classroom, 
you of the pocketa-pocketa, 
you hungry mother, 
you spleen baby! 
Them angels gonna be cut down like wheat. 
Them songs gonna be sliced with a razor. 
Them kitchens gonna get a boulder in the belly. 
Them phones gonna be torn out at the root. 
There's power in the Lord, baby, 
and he's gonna turn off the moon.<...Read More

by Keats, John
...ll of joy and soft delicious warmth;
So that I felt a movement in my heart
To chide, and to reproach that solitude
With songs of misery, music of our woes;
And sat me down, and took a mouthed shell
And murmur'd into it, and made melody---
O melody no more! for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came enchantment with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep ali...Read More

by Angelou, Maya
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.

The River sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The Africa...Read More

by Wordsworth, William
...p; My Hope, my Joy, my Genevieve!  She loves me best, whene'er I sing    The Songs, that make her grieve.   I play'd a soft and doleful Air,  I sang an old and moving Story—  An old rude Song that fitted well    The Ruin wild and hoary.   She listen'd with a flitting Blush,  With downcast Eyes and modest Grace;  F...Read More

by St Vincent Millay, Edna her there;
Above nor under ground
Is Silence to be found,
That was the very warp and woof of you,
Lovely before your songs began and after they were through!
Oh, say if on this hill
Somewhere your sister's body lies in death,
So I may follow there, and make a wreath
Of my locked hands, that on her quiet breast
Shall lie till age has withered them!

 (Ah, sweetly from the rest
I see
Turn and consider me
Compassionate Euterpe!)
"There is a gate beyond the gate of Death,
Beyo...Read More

by Angelou, Maya
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native...Read More

by Milton, John
...ond thought, and power divine. 
Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, 
Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs 
And choral symphonies, day without night, 
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven 
On Earth join all ye Creatures to extol 
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. 
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, 
If better thou belong not to the dawn, 
Sure pledge of day, that crownest the smiling morn 
With thy bright circlet, praise h...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...he geologist,
Finally shall come the Poet, worthy that name;
The true Son of God shall come, singing his songs. 

Then, not your deeds only, O voyagers, O scientists and inventors, shall be justified, 
All these hearts, as of fretted children, shall be sooth’d, 
All affection shall be fully responded to—the secret shall be told; 
All these separations and gaps shall be taken up, and hook’d and link’d
The whole Earth—this cold, impassive, voiceles...Read More

by Chesterton, G K
...he harp.

For the great Gaels of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry,
And all their songs are sad.

He kept the Roman order,
He made the Christian sign;
But his eyes grew often blind and bright,
And the sea that rose in the rocks at night
Rose to his head like wine.

He made the sign of the cross of God,
He knew the Roman prayer,
But he had unreason in his heart
Because of the gods that were.

Even they that walked on the high c...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...thou hat'st or fearest? 
Come, lay thy head upon my breast, 
And I will kiss thee into rest, 
Since words of mine, and songs must fail 
Ev'n from my fabled nightingale. 
I knew our sire at times was stern, 
But this from thee had yet to learn: 
Too well I know he loves thee not; 
But is Zuleika's love forgot? 
Ah! deem I right? the Pacha's plan — 
This kinsman Bey of Carasman 
Perhaps may prove some foe of thine: 
If so, I swear by Mecca's shrine, 
If shrines that ne'er ...Read More

by Wordsworth, William
...far and near  In wood and thicket over the wide grove  They answer and provoke each other's songs—  With skirmish and capricious passagings,  And murmurs musical and swift jug jug  And one low piping sound more sweet than all—  Stirring the air with such an harmony,  That should you close your eyes, you might almost  Forget it was not day!   &nb...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...h his lilt of saucy rhyme, Brown with his tilt of tender mirth
Garretless in the gloom and grime, singing his glad, mad songs of earth:
So at last with a faith divine, down and down to the Hunger-line.

There as he stood in a woeful plight, tears a-freeze on his sharp cheek-bones,
Who should chance to behold his plight, but the publisher, the plethoric Jones;
Peered at him for a little while, held out a bill: "NOW, will you sell?"
Brown scanned it with his twisted smile: ...Read More

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...ard sun his spotted skin. 

Nothing is joy without thee: I can find
No rapture in the first relays of spring,
In songs of birds, in young buds opening,
Nothing inspiriting and nothing kind;
For lack of thee, who once wert throned behind
All beauty, like a strength where graces cling,--
The jewel and heart of light, which everything
Wrestled in rivalry to hold enshrined. 
Ah! since thou'rt fled, and I in each fair sight
The sweet occasion of my joy deplore,
Where sh...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
Between the rougher voices of the men, 
Like linnets in the pauses of the wind: 
And here I give the story and the songs....Read More

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...tock and store, 
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster 
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: 
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore 65 
Of 'Never¡ªnevermore.' 

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, 
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; 
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking 
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird ...Read More

by Akhmatova, Anna all
But then when we started to lose one thing after another,
Each day became
A memorial day --
And then we made songs
Of great divine generosity
And of our former riches.


I'll leave your quiet yard and your white house -
Let life be empty and with light complete.
I'll sing the glory to you in my verse
Like not one woman has sung glory yet.
And that dear girlfriend you remember
In heaven you created for her sight,
I'm trading p...Read More

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