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Famous Sours Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Hopkins, Gerard Manley
...that country and town did
Once encounter in, here coped and poisèd powers; 
Thou hast a base and brickish skirt there, sours
That neighbour-nature thy grey beauty is grounded
Best in; graceless growth, thou hast confounded
Rural rural keeping—folk, flocks, and flowers. 

Yet ah! this air I gather and I release
He lived on; these weeds and waters, these walls are what
He haunted who of all men most sways my spirits to peace; 

Of realty the rarest-veinèd unraveller; a not...Read more of this...

by Hopkins, Gerard Manley
...taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.

Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves, but worse....Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
With the fervor of thy lute-
Well may the stars be mute!

Yes Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers 
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.

If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt and he where I 
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody 
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky....Read more of this...

by Jeffers, Robinson
...ake a cattle-breeder's
 delight in the herds of the future. Not yours.
Where the power ends let love, before it sours to jealousy.
 Leave the joys of government to Caesar.

Who is born when the world wanes, when the brave soul of the
 world falls on decay in the flesh increasing
Comes one with a great level mind, sufficient vision, sufficient
 blindness, and clemency for love.

This is the breath of rottenness I smelt; from the world
 waiting, stalled betw...Read more of this...

by Drayton, Michael
And thus dividing of my fatal hours, 
The payments of my love I read and cross, 
Subtracting, set my sweets unto my sours, 
My joy's arrearage leads me to my loss; 
And thus mine eye's a debtor to thine eye, 
Which by extortion gaineth all their looks; 
My heart hath paid such grievous usury 
That all their wealth lies in thy beauty's books, 
And all is thine which hath been due to me, 
And I a bankrupt, quite undone by thee....Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...le be, and chaste, and pore,* *poor
Workers of Godde's word, not auditours?* *hearers
Therefore right as a hawk *upon a sours* *rising*
Up springs into the air, right so prayeres
Of charitable and chaste busy freres
*Make their sours* to Godde's eares two. *rise*
Thomas, Thomas, so may I ride or go,
And by that lord that called is Saint Ive,
*N'ere thou our brother, shouldest thou not thrive;* *see note *
In our chapiter pray we day and night
To Christ, that he thee s...Read more of this...

by Lawson, Henry
...n the battle-field 
while passion and pride are strong -- 
So long as he will not kiss the rod, and his stubborn spirit sours, 
And the scorn of Nature and curse of God are heavy on peace like ours. 

. . . . . 

There are boys out there by the western creeks, who hurry away from school 
To climb the sides of the breezy peaks or dive in the shaded pool, 
Who'll stick to their guns when the mountains quake 
to the tread of a mighty war, 
And fight for R...Read more of this...

by Swift, Jonathan
...ifferent turn,
Makes wit inflame, or anger burn:
So the sun's heat, with different powers,
Ripens the grape, the liquor sours:
Thus Ajax, when with rage possest,
By Pallas breathed into his breast,
His valour would no more employ,
Which might alone have conquered Troy;
But, blinded be resentment, seeks
For vengeance on his friends the Greeks.
You think this turbulence of blood
From stagnating preserves the flood,
Which, thus fermenting by degrees,
Exalts the spirits, sink...Read more of this...

by Plath, Sylvia

Though doomsday bud. Neglect's
Given her lips that lemon-tasting droop:
Untongued, all beauty's bright juice sours.
Tree-twist will ape this gross anatomy
Till irony's bough break....Read more of this...

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