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Famous Spices Poems by Famous Poets

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by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
O'er many a realm from the Pacific shore, 
Where fleets shall then convey rich Persia's silks, 
Arabia's perfumes, and spices rare 
Of Philippine, Coelebe and Marian isles, 
Or from the Acapulco coast our India then, 
Laden with pearl and burning gems and gold. 
Far in the South I see a Babylon, 
As once by Tigris or Euphrates stream, 
With blazing watch towr's and observatories 
Rising to heav'n; from thence astronomers 
With optic glass take nobler views of God 
In gol...Read More

by Carew, Thomas
...; lastly fall
Down, and wander over all:
Range about those ivory hills,
From whose every part distills
Amber dew; there spices grow,
There pure streams of nectar flow;
There perfume thyself, and bring
All those sweets upon thy wing:
As thou return'st, change by thy power,
Every weed into a flower;
Turn each thistle to a vine,
Make the bramble eglantine.
For so rich a booty made,
Do but this, and I am paid.
Thou canst with thy powerful blast,
Heat apace, and cool as fa...Read More

by Austin, Alfred
Votive to him life’s budding powers, 
Such as they were, I gave— 
He not rejecting, so I may 
Perhaps these poor faint spices lay, 
Unchidden, on his grave!...Read More

by Wilde, Oscar
...And mermaids combed his dank and dripping hair
And smoothed his brow, and loosed his clenching hand;
Some brought sweet spices from far Araby,
And others bade the halcyon sing her softest lullaby.

And when he neared his old Athenian home,
A mighty billow rose up suddenly
Upon whose oily back the clotted foam
Lay diapered in some strange fantasy,
And clasping him unto its glassy breast
Swept landward, like a white-maned steed upon a venturous quest!

Now where Colonos lea...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
 For the black bat, Night, has flown, 
Come into the garden, Maud, 
 I am here at the gate alone; 
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, 
 And the musk of the roses blown. 

For a breeze of morning moves, 
 And the planet of Love is on high, 
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves 
 On a bed of daffodil sky, 
To faint in the light of the sun she loves, 
 To faint in his light, and to die. 

All night have the roses heard 
 The flute, violin, bassoon; ...Read More

by Kilmer, Joyce his name
Who come to buy his curious wares?
Here is a shop of wonderment.
From every land has come a prize;
Rich spices from the Orient,
And fruit that knew Italian skies,
And figs that ripened by the sea
In Smyrna, nuts from hot Brazil,
Strange pungent meats from Germany,
And currants from a Grecian hill.
He is the lord of goodly things
That make the poor man's table gay,
Yet of his worth no minstrel sings
And on his tomb there is no bay.
Perhaps he lives and ...Read More

by Rilke, Rainer Maria
...As in sleeping-drink spices
softly she loosens in the liquid-clear
mirror her fatigued demeanor;
and she puts her smile deep inside.

And she waits while the liquid
rises from it; then she pours her hair
into the mirror, and, lifting one
wondrous shoulder from the evening gown,

she drinks quietly from her image. She drinks
what a lover would drink feeling dazed,
searchi...Read More

by Marvell, Andrew
Unloaded here the birth of either Pole-- 
Furs from the north and silver from the west, 
Wines from the south, and spices from the east; 
From Gambo gold, and from the Ganges gems-- 
Take a short voyage underneath the Thames, 
Once a deep river, now with timber floored, 
And shrunk, least navigable, to a ford. 

Now (nothing more at Chatham left to burn), 
The Holland squadron leisurely return, 
And spite of Ruperts and of Albemarles, 
To Ruyter's triumph lead the ca...Read More

by Kizer, Carolyn
Got to grocery for the celery.
Had the onions, had the garlic,
Borrowed carrots from the neighbor.
Had the spices, had the parsley.
One big kettle I had not got;
Borrowed pot and lid from landlord.


Dice the pork and chop the celery,
Chop the onions, chop the carrots,
Chop the tender index finger.
Put the kettle on the burner,
Drop the lentils into kettle:
Two quarts water, two cups lentils.
Afternoon is wearing on.


Sauté por...Read More

by Tusa, Chris of some strange, mystical stew 
spawned from a muddy version of Macbeth.
Only someone’s replaced the spells with spices, 
the witches with a Cajun chef.

Maybe you’re a recipe torn from Satan’s Cookbook, 
a kind of dumb-downed devil’s brew
where evil stirs its wicked spoon
in a swampy sacrificial hue.
Maybe God damned the okra that thickens
your soup, the muddy bones that haunt your stew.

Maybe this is why, when we smell the cayenne, 
we’re struck dumb as ...Read More

by Cowper, William
...from Albion's coast
(The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross'd)
Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle,
Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile,
There sits quiescent on the floods that show
Her beauteous form reflected clear below,
While airs impregnated with incense play
Around her, fanning light her streamers gay;
So thou, with sails how swift! hast reach'd the shore
"Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,"
And thy lov'd consort on the dang'rous tide
...Read More

by Bible, The, my spouse! how much better is
           thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all

22:004:011 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk
           are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like
           the smell of Lebanon.

22:004:012 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a
           fountain sealed.

22:004:013 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, ...Read More

by Drayton, Michael known; 
None like to that, none like to you is found. 
Your beauty is the hot and splend'rous sun, 
The precious spices be your chaste desire, 
Which being kindled by that heav'nly fire, 
Your life so like the Phoenix's begun; 
Yourself thus burned in that sacred flame, 
With so rare sweetness all the heav'ns perfuming, 
Again increasing as you are consuming, 
Only by dying born the very same; 
And, wing'd by fame, you to the stars ascend, 
So you of time shall live be...Read More

by Binyon, Laurence, and bites 
On stubborn stalks that crackle as they resist. 
The last hollyhock’s fallen tower is dust: 
All the spices of June are a bitter reek, 
All the extravagant riches spent and mean. 
All burns! the reddest rose is a ghost. 
Spark whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wild 
Fingers of fire are making corruption clean. 
Now is the time for stripping the spirit bare, 
Time for the burning of days ended and done, 
Idle solace of things that have gone be...Read More

by McGonagall, William Topaz
...took the body of Jesus away,
And wound it in linen, which was the Jewish custom of that day,
And embalmed his body with spices sweet,
Then laid it in a new sepulchre, as Joseph thought meet. 

But death could not hold Him in the grave,
Because He died poor sinners' souls to save;
And God His Father took Him to Heaven on high;
And those that believe in Jesus shall never die. 

Oh! think of the precious Blood our Saviour did loss,
That flowed from His wounds while on th...Read More

by Lowell, Amy counted waste.

Such light and foamy silks, like crinkled cream,
And indigo more blue than sun-whipped seas,
Spices and fragrant trees, a massive beam
Of sandalwood, and pungent China teas,
Tobacco, coffee!" Grootver only laughed.
Max heard it all, and worse than all he heard
The deed to which the sailor gave his word.
He shivered, 'twas as if the villain gaffed
The old man with a boat-hook; bleeding, spent,
He begged for life nor knew at all the road he we...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...Yern: Shrill, lively; German, "gern," willingly, cheerfully.

11. Braket: bragget, a sweet drink made of honey, spices, &c.
In some parts of the country, a drink made from honeycomb,
after the honey is extracted, is still called "bragwort."

12. Piggesnie: a fond term, like "my duck;" from Anglo-Saxon,
"piga," a young maid; but Tyrwhitt associates it with the Latin,
"ocellus," little eye, a fondling term, and suggests that the "pigs-
eye," which is very sm...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
...he Boy will praise his God on an altar builded 
Will heap it with the Works of the Lord. In the morning 
Spices shall burn on it, and by their pale smoke curled,
Like shoots of all the Green Things, the God of this bright World
Shall see the Boy's desire to pay his debt of praise.
The Boy turns round about, seeking with careful gaze
An altar meet and worthy, but each table and chair
Has some defect, each piece is needing some repair
To perfect it; the chair...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
...ams merely blight 
What nature made him at his birth, as bare 
As the mere million's base unmarried clay — 
Yet all his spices but prolong decay. 


He's dead — and upper earth with him has done; 
He's buried; save the undertaker's bill, 
Or lapidary scrawl, the world is gone 
For him, unless he left a German will: 
But where's the proctor who will ask his son? 
In whom his qualities are reigning still, 
Except that household virtue, most uncommon, 
Of constancy to a...Read More

by Tzara, Tristan
...ed with the waves

gives itself up to the judgment of time
parted by the meridian of hairs
non strikes in our hands
the spices of human pleasures...Read More

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