Famous Sprent Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Sprent poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous sprent poems. These examples illustrate what a famous sprent poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
Yghet is the lorde on the launde ledande his gomnes.
He hatz forfaren this fox that he folyghed longe;
As he sprent ouer a spenne to spye the schrewe,
Ther as he herd the howndes that hasted hym swythe,
Renaud com richchande thurygh a royghe greue,
And alle the rabel in a res ryyght at his helez.
The wyyghe watz war of the wylde, and warly abides,
And braydez out the bryyght bronde, and at the best castez.
And he schunt for the scharp, and schulde haf...Read More
by Petrarch, Francesco
...AN class=i0>To know of thy bright eyes the lustre spent,The fine gold of thy hair with silver sprent,Neglected the gay wreaths and robes of green,Pale, too, and thin the face which made me, e'en'Gainst injury, slow and timid to lament:Then will I, for such boldness love would give,Lay bare my secret heart, in martyr's fire...Read More
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...gh, his eyen bright citrine*, *pale yellow
His lips were round, his colour was sanguine,
A fewe fracknes* in his face y-sprent**, *freckles **sprinkled
Betwixte yellow and black somedeal y-ment* *mixed
And as a lion he *his looking cast* *cast about his eyes*
Of five and twenty year his age I cast* *reckon
His beard was well begunnen for to spring;
His voice was as a trumpet thundering.
Upon his head he wore of laurel green
A garland fresh and lusty to be seen;
Upon ...Read More
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
But all too dear they bought it ere they rise.
O sudden woe, that ev'r art successour
To worldly bliss! sprent* is with bitterness *sprinkled
Th' end of our joy, of our worldly labour;
Woe *occupies the fine* of our gladness. *seizes the end*
Hearken this counsel, for thy sickerness*: *security
Upon thy glade days have in thy mind
The unware* woe of harm, that comes behind. *unforeseen
For, shortly for to tell it at a word,
The Soudan and the Christia...Read More
by Arnold, Matthew
I see her veil draw soft across the day,
I feel her slowly chilling breath invade
The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey;
I feel her finger light
Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train; --
The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew,
The heart less bounding at emotion new,
And hope, once crush'd, less quick to spring again.
And long the way appears, which seem'd so short
To the less practised eye of sanguine youth;
And high the mountain-tops, in clou...Read More
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