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Famous Thirsted Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...o’ Fortune sair upon him laid,
 His heart, she ever miss’d it.
He had no wish but—to be glad,
 Nor want but—when he thirsted;
He hated nought but—to be sad,
 An’ thus the muse suggested
 His sang that night.


AirTune—“For a’ that, an’ a’ that.”I am a Bard of no regard,
 Wi’ gentle folks an’ a’ that;
But Homer-like, the glowrin byke,
 Frae town to town I draw that.


Chorus For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
 An’ twice as muckle’s a’ that;
 I’ve lost but ane, I’ve twa ...Read more of this...



by Seeger, Alan
...tisfied 
Toward earthly beauty in all forms it wore, 
Not death itself shall utterly divide 
From the belovèd shapes it thirsted for. 

Alas, how many an adept for whose arms 
Life held delicious offerings perished here, 
How many in the prime of all that charms, 
Crowned with all gifts that conquer and endear! 

Honor them not so much with tears and flowers, 
But you with whom the sweet fulfilment lies, 
Where in the anguish of atrocious hours 
Turned their last thoughts...Read more of this...

by Eluard, Paul
...streets were forbidden us,
What else could we do, for the town was asleep?
What else could we do, for she hungered and thirsted,
What else could we do, for we were defenceless,
What else could we do, for night had descended,
What else could we do, for we were in love?...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...blind,
 I whirl like leaves in roaring wind.

Last night I wasted hateful hours
Below the city's eastern towers:
I thirsted for the brooks, the showers:
I roll'd among the tender flowers:
 I crush'd them on my breast, my mouth;
 I look'd athwart the burning drouth
 Of that long desert to the south.

Last night, when some one spoke his name,
>From my swift blood that went and came
A thousand little shafts of flame
Were shiver'd in my narrow frame.
 O Love, O fire!...Read more of this...

by Masters, Edgar Lee
...er into a stream of ice.
Will some one go to the village newspaper,
And gather into a book the verses I wrote? --
I thirsted so for love!
I hungered so for life!...Read more of this...



by Milton, John
...sat recline 
On the soft downy bank damasked with flowers: 
The savoury pulp they chew, and in the rind, 
Still as they thirsted, scoop the brimming stream; 
Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles 
Wanted, nor youthful dalliance, as beseems 
Fair couple, linked in happy nuptial league, 
Alone as they. About them frisking played 
All beasts of the earth, since wild, and of all chase 
In wood or wilderness, forest or den; 
Sporting the lion ramped, and in his paw 
Dandled...Read more of this...

by Hayden, Robert
...lashed bare.

Yet even as I lifted up the head
and started from that place
of gazing silences and terrored stone,
I thirsted to destroy.
None could have passed me then--
no garland-bearing girl, no priest
or staring boy--and lived....Read more of this...

by Seeger, Alan
...o love.

I hungered; at my hand delicious dainties teemed---
Fair pyramids of fruit; pastry in sugared piles.
I thirsted; in cool cups inviting vintage beamed---
Sweet syrups from the South; brown muscat from the isles.

I yearned for passionate Love; faint gauzes fell away.
Pillowed in rosy light I found my heart's desire.
Over the silks and down her florid beauty lay,
As over orient clouds the sunset's coral fire.

Joys that had smiled afar, a vision...Read more of this...

by Dickinson, Emily
...Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!
Who never thirsted
Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

Who never climbed the weary league --
Can such a foot explore
The purple territories
On Pizarro's shore?

How many Legions overcome --
The Emperor will say?
How many Colors taken
On Revolution Day?

How many Bullets bearest?
Hast Thou the Royal scar?
Angels! Write "Promoted"
On this Soldier's brow!...Read more of this...

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