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Famous Steams Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Lindsay, Vachel
...for your think."
And then, just as I throw my scribbled paper on the floor,
The bottle says, "Fe, fi, fo, fum," and steams and shouts some more.
O sad deceiving ink, as bad as liquor in its way—
All demons of a bottle size have pranced from you to-day,
And seized my pen for hobby-horse as witches ride a broom,
And left a trail of brimstone words and blots and gobs of gloom.
And yet when I am extra good and say my prayers at night, 
And mind my ma, and do the chore...Read More

by Tolkien, J R R
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better then rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.

O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed
but better is beer if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.

O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!...Read More

by Lawrence, D. H.
...The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over
The edge of the blue, and the sun stands up to see us glide
Slowly into another day; slowly the rover 
Vessel of darkness takes the rising tide. 

I, on the deck, am startled by this dawn confronting
Me who am issued amazed from the darkness, stripped
And quailing here in the sunshine, delivered from haunting
The night uns...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
...awning chimney hangs the fog. Drip 
-- hiss -- drip -- hiss --
fall the raindrops on the oaken log which burns, and steams,
and smokes the ceiling beams. Drip -- hiss -- the rain 
never stops.

The wide, state bed shivers beneath its velvet coverlet. Above, 
in the smoke, a tarnished coronet gleams dully. Overhead 
hammers and chinks
the rain. Fearfully wails the wind down distant corridors, 
and there comes
the swish and sigh of rushes lifted off...Read More

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...fering themselves to morn¡¯s long slanting arrows.
The train¡¯s due; porters trundle laden barrows.
The train steams in volleying resplendent clouds 5
Of sun-blown vapour. Hither and about 
Scared people hurry storming the doors in crowds.
The officials seem to waken with a shout 
Resolved to hoist and plunder; some to the vans
Leap; others rumble the milk in gleaming cans. 10
Boys indolent-eyed from baskets leaning back 
Question each face; a man...Read More

by Bronte, Charlotte
...t stain, I know;
Indus' borders yawn with graves,
Yet, command me go ! 

Though rank and high the holocaust
Of nations, steams to heaven,
Glad I'd join the death-doomed host,
Were but the mandate given. 

Passion's strength should nerve my arm,
Its ardour stir my life,
Till human force to that dread charm
Should yield and sink in wild alarm,
Like trees to tempest-strife. 

If, hot from war, I seek thy love,
Darest thou turn aside ?
Darest thou, then, my fire reprove,
...Read More

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...rom vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.


The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands.
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished roo...Read More

by Shakespeare, William
...I have a hoard of treasure in my breast;
The grange of memory steams against the door,
Full of my bygone lifetime's garnered store -
Old pleasures crowned with sorrow for a zest,
Old sorrow grown a joy, old penance blest,
Chastened remembrance of the sins of yore
That, like a new evangel, more and more
Supports our halting will toward the best.
Ah! what to us the barren after years
May bring of joy or sorrow, who c...Read More

by Wordsworth, William solitude, groaning and tears.  And savage faces, at the clanking hour,  Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon,  By the lamp's dismal twilight! So he lies  Circled with evil, till his very soul  Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed  By sights of ever more deformity!   With other ministrations thou, O nature!'  Healest thy wandering and dist...Read More

by Swift, Jonathan
..., lead and hair;
A forehead cloth with oil upon't
To smooth the wrinkles on her front.
Here alum flower to stop the steams
Exhaled from sour unsavory streams;
There night-gloves made of Tripsy's hide,
Bequeath'd by Tripsy when she died,
With puppy water, beauty's help,
Distilled from Tripsy's darling whelp;
Here gallypots and vials placed,
Some filled with washes, some with paste,
Some with pomatum, paints and slops,
And ointments good for scabby chops.
Hard by a filt...Read More

by Pope, Alexander
...ce, and extends
The little Engine on his Finger's Ends:
This just behind Belinda's Neck he spread,
As o'er the fragrant Steams she bends her Head:
Swift to the Lock a thousand Sprights repair,
A thousand Wings, by turns, blow back the Hair,
And thrice they twitch'd the Diamond in her Ear,
Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the Foe drew near.
Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought
The close Recesses of the Virgin's Thought; 
As on the Nosegay in her Breast reclin'd,
He...Read More

by Pope, Alexander
...and extends
The little engine on his fingers' ends;
This just behind Belinda's neck he spread,
As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head.
Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair,
A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair,
And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear,
Thrice she look'd back, and thrice the foe drew near.
Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought
The close recesses of the virgin's thought;
As on the nosegay in her breast rec...Read More

by Abercrombie, Lascelles
...eautifully praising, glad of God, 
Should, stepping on the poison'd Indian shore, 
Breathing the Indian air of fire snd steams, 
Fling herself into a craze of hideous dancing, 
The green gown whipping her swift limbs, all her body 
Writhen to speak inutterable desire, 
Tormented by a glee of hating God. 
Nay, it must be, to visit India, 
That frantic pomp and hurrying forth of life, 
As if a man should enter at unawares 
The dreaming mind of Satan, gorgeously 
Imagining h...Read More

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