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Famous Surrey Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Service, Robert William
...e, and mocked the crocodile,
And shocked the pompous penquin and the seal.

I've set the yokels singing in a little Surrey pub,
Apaches swinging in a Belville bar.
I've played an obligato to the tom-tom's rub-a-dub,
And the throb of Andalusian guitar.
From the Horn to Honolulu, from the Cape to Kalamazoo,
From Wick to Wicklow, Samarkand to Spain,
You've roughed it with my kilt-bag like a comrade tried and true. . . .
Old pal! We'll never hit the tr...Read more of this...



by Betjeman, John
...beside
Pale drifts of primroses cascading wide
To where the slate falls sheer into the tide.

More than in gardened Surrey, nature spills
A wealth of heather, kidney-vetch and squills
Over these long-defended Cornish hills.

A gun-emplacement of the latest war
Looks older than the hill fort built before
Saxon or Norman headed for the shore.

And in the shadowless, unclouded glare
Deep blue above us fades to whiteness where
A misty sea-line meets the wash of air.Read more of this...

by Betjeman, John
...ht.

It glitters icy, thin and plain,
And leads me down to Waterloo-
Into a warm electric train
Which travels sorry Surrey through
And crystal-hung, the clumps of pine
Stand deadly still beside the line....Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry
...ther’s purple and bring nail scissors

To cut and suture neatly and renew my stocks

Of moor momentoes vased in unsunny Surrey.

Can you believe it? Some arseholes letting off fireworks 

On the moor? Suburban excesses spread like the sores

Of syphilis and more regulations in a decade of Blair

Than in the century before.

"Shop your neighbours. Prove it. Bring birth certificates to A&E

If you want NHS treatment free. Be careful not to bleed to death

Wh...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...>

But as the faithful years return
 And hearts unwounded sing again,
Comes Taffy dancing through the fern
 To lead the Surrey spring again.

 Her brows are bound with bracken-fronds,
 And golden elf-locks fly above;
 Her eyes are bright as diamonds
 And bluer than the sky above.

 In moccasins and deer-skin cloak,
 Unfearing, free and fair she flits,
 And lights her little damp-wood smoke
 To show her Daddy where she flits.

 For far--oh, very far behind,
 So far...Read more of this...



by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...s and sounds 
Whose girdle was the parish bounds, 
Whereof his fondly partial pride 
The common features magnified, 
As Surrey hills to mountains grew 
In White of Selborne's loving view, -- 
He told how teal and loon he shot, 
And how the eagle's eggs he got, 
The feats on pond and river done, 
The prodigies of rod and gun; 
Till, warming with the tales he told, 
Forgotten was the outside cold, 
The bitter wind unheeded blew, 
From ripening corn the pigeons flew, 
The partri...Read more of this...

by Petrarch, Francesco
...PAN>Sweet is his death, that takes his end by love. Surrey.  Love in my thought who ever lives and reigns,And in my heart still holds the upper place,At times come forward boldly in my face,There plants his ensign and his post maintains:Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...e mood,
May of our love create our earth
 And see that it is good.

So one shall Baltic pines content,
 As one some Surrey glade,
Or one the palm-grove's droned lament
 Before Levuka's Trade.
Each to his choice, and I rejoice
 The lot has fallen to me
In a fair ground-in a fair ground --
 Yea, Sussex by the sea!

No tender-hearted garden crowns,
 No bosonied woods adorn
Our blunt, bow-headed, whale-backed Downs,
 But gnarled and writhen thorn --
Bare slopes where chas...Read more of this...

by Goose, Mother
... There was an old woman in Surrey,Who was morn, noon, and night in a hurry;    Called her husband a fool,    Drove the children to school,The worrying old woman of Surrey....Read more of this...

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