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Famous Squad Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert turn out a sermon.

Ye’ll try the world soon, my lad;
 And, Andrew dear, believe me,
Ye’ll find mankind an unco squad,
 And muckle they may grieve ye:
For care and trouble set your thought,
 Ev’n when your end’s attained;
And a’ your views may come to nought,
 Where ev’ry nerve is strained.

I’ll no say, men are villains a’;
 The real, harden’d wicked,
Wha hae nae check but human law,
 Are to a few restricked;
But, Och! mankind are unco weak,
 An’ little to be tr...Read More

by Burns, Robert
But, under favour o’ your langer beard,
Abuse o’ Magistrates might weel be spar’d;
To liken them to your auld-warld squad,
I must needs say, comparisons are odd.
In Ayr, wag-wits nae mair can hae a handle
To mouth ’a Citizen,’ a term o’ scandal;
Nae mair the Council waddles down the street,
In all the pomp of ignorant conceit;
Men wha grew wise priggin owre hops and raisins,
Or gather’d lib’ral views in Bonds and Seisins:
If haply Knowledge, on a random tramp,
Had sho...Read More

by Burns, Robert’er bid better.

We’ve faults and failings—granted clearly,
We’re frail backsliding mortals merely,
Eve’s bonie squad, priests wyte them sheerly
 For our grand fa’;
But still, but still, I like them dearly—
 God bless them a’!

Ochone for poor Castalian drinkers,
When they fa’ foul o’ earthly jinkers!
The witching, curs’d, delicious blinkers
 Hae put me hyte,
And gart me weet my waukrife winkers,
 Wi’ girnin’spite.

By by yon moon!—and that’s high swearin—
An’ e...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...AE day, as Death, that gruesome carl,
Was driving to the tither warl’
A mixtie-maxtie motley squad,
And mony a guilt-bespotted lad—
Black gowns of each denomination,
And thieves of every rank and station,
From him that wears the star and garter,
To him that wintles in a halter:
Ashamed himself to see the wretches,
He mutters, glowrin at the bitches,
“By G—d I’ll not be seen behint them,
Nor ’mang the sp’ritual core present them,
Without, at least, a...Read More

by Burns, Robert
...A tumbler ca’d the Premier.

Observ’d ye yon reverend lad
 Mak faces to tickle the mob;
He rails at our mountebank squad,—
 It’s rivalship just i’ the job.

And now my conclusion I’ll tell,
 For faith I’m confoundedly dry;
The chiel that’s a fool for himsel’,
 Guid L—d! he’s far dafter than I.

RecitativoThen niest outspak a raucle carlin,
Wha kent fu’ weel to cleek the sterlin;
For mony a pursie she had hooked,
An’ had in mony a well been douked;
Her love had ...Read More

by Burns, Robert

Ye are sae grave, nae doubt ye’re wise;
Nae ferly tho’ ye do despise
The hairum-scairum, ram-stam boys,
 The rattling squad:
I see ye upward cast your eyes—
 Ye ken the road!

Whilst I—but I shall haud me there,
Wi’ you I’ll scarce gang ony where—
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
 But quat my sang,
Content wi’ you to mak a pair.
 Whare’er I gang.

 Note 1. George Dempster of Dunnichen, M.P. [back]...Read More

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...‘Fall in, that awkward squad, and strike no more 
Attractive attitudes! Dress by the right! 
The luminous rich colours that you wore 
Have changed to hueless khaki in the night. 
Magic? What’s magic got to do with you?
There’s no such thing! Blood’s red, and skies are blue.’ 

They gasped and sweated, marching up and down. 
I drilled them till they cursed my raucous sh...Read More

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth
were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at
each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of
unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white
checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: “If the lady and gentleman wish to take their
te...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
...e green platforms stick on the thick 
Tommy wheels his guns round the edge of a box of blocks, and places
a squad of cavalry on the commanding eminence of a footstool.

The fire snaps pleasantly, and the old Chinaman nods -- nods. The 
fire makes
the red rose in his hand glow and twist. Hist! That 
is a bold song
Tommy's soldiers sing as they march along to battle.
Crack! Rattle! The sparks 
fly up the chimney.

Tommy's army's off to war --
Not...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...fear that I might tell;
That I might tell the thing I saw, and that only I did see,
They held me in quod with a firing squad to make a corpse of me.
But I got away, and here today I'm telling my tale to you;
Though it may sound weird, by Lenin's beard, so help me God it's true.
I slouched across that great Red Square, and watched the waiting line.
The mongrel sons of Marx were there, convened to Lenin's shrine;
Ten thousand men of Muscovy, Mongol and Turkoman,
Bl...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...r mind;
'E knows when they are takin' on an' when they've fell be'ind.

'E knows each talkin' corp'ral that leads a squad astray;
'E feels 'is innards 'eavin', 'is bowels givin' way;
'E sees the blue-white faces all tryin 'ard to grin,
An 'e stands an' waits an' suffers till it's time to cap'em in.

An' now the hugly bullets come peckin' through the dust,
An' no one wants to face 'em, but every beggar must;
So, like a man in irons, which isn't glad to go,
They moves '...Read More

by Service, Robert William
The Sergeant's face grew lobster red,
As one who sends a bloke to blazes . . .
Then: "round about turn, squad," he said;
"Now blast you! bend and pick up daises."...Read More

by Owen, Wilfred
My fingers fidget like ten idle brats,
My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours.
Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease.
I can't read. There: it's no use. Take your book.
A short life and a merry one, my buck!
We said we'd hate to grow dead old. But now,
Not to live old seems awful: not to renew
My boyhood with my boys, and teach 'em hitting,
Shooting and hunting, -- all the arts of hurting!
-- Well, that's what I learnt. That, an...Read More

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