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Famous Throb Poems by Famous Poets

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...igh,
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DUAN SECONDWith musing-deep, astonish’d stare,
I view’d the heavenly-seeming Fair;
A whispering throb did witness bear
 Of kindred sweet,
When with an elder sister’s air
 She did me greet.


“All hail! my own inspired bard!
In me thy native Muse regard;
Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard,
 Thus poorly low;
I come to give thee such reward,
 As we bestow!


“Know, the great genius of this land
Has many a light aerial band,
Who, all beneath his high comman...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert



....

It was as if Numidian javelins
Pierced through and through his wild and whirling brain,
And his nerves thrilled like throbbing violins
In exquisite pulsation, and the pain
Was such sweet anguish that he never drew
His lips from hers till overhead the lark of warning flew.

They who have never seen the daylight peer
Into a darkened room, and drawn the curtain,
And with dull eyes and wearied from some dear
And worshipped body risen, they for certain
Will never know of what I...Read more of this...
by Wilde, Oscar
...ixt lips not far apart.
The beech dreams balm, as a dreamer hums a song;
Through that vague wafture, expirations strong
Throb from young hickories breathing deep and long
With stress and urgence bold of prisoned spring
And ecstasy of burgeoning.
Now, since the dew-plashed road of morn is dry,
Forth venture odors of more quality
And heavenlier giving. Like Jove's locks awry,
Long muscadines
Rich-wreathe the spacious foreheads of great pines,
And breathe ambrosial passion from ...Read more of this...
by Lanier, Sidney
...My whole eye was sunset red,
the old cut cornea throbbed,
I saw things darkly,
as through an unwashed goldfish globe.

I lay all day on my bed.
I chain-smoked through the night,
learning to flinch
at the flash of the matchlight.

Outside, the summer rain,
a simmer of rot and renewal,
fell in pinpricks.
Even new life is fuel.

My eyes throb.
Nothing can dislodge
the house with my first toot...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Robert
...
With all right things, till no thing live in vain
From morn to noon, but in sweet unison
With every pulse of flesh and throb of brain
The soul in flawless essence high enthroned,
Against all outer vain attack invincibly bastioned,

Mark with serene impartiality
The strife of things, and yet be comforted,
Knowing that by the chain causality
All separate existences are wed
Into one supreme whole, whose utterance
Is joy, or holier praise! ah! surely this were governance

Of Lif...Read more of this...
by Wilde, Oscar



...
In feebler, not less fatal tricklings flow: 
He scarce can speak, but motions him 'tis vain, 
And merely adds another throb to pain. 
He clasps the hand that pang which would assuage, 
And sadly smiles his thanks to that dark page, 
Who nothing fears, nor feels, nor heeds, nor sees, 
Save that damp brow which rests upon his knees; 
Save that pale aspect, where the eye, though dim, 
Held all the light that shone on earth for him. 

XVIII. 

The foe arrives, who long had sear...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...und,
I seemed to sink upon the ground;
But erred, for I was fastly bound.
My heart turned sick, my brain grew sore,
And throbbed awhile, then beat no more:
The skies spun like a mighty wheel;
I saw the trees like drunkards reel,
And a slight flash sprang o'er my eyes,
Which saw no farther. He who dies
Can die no more than then I died;
O’ertortured by that ghastly ride.
I felt the blackness come and go,
And strove to wake; but could not make
My senses climb up from below: 
I f...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...from Jove,
Of the same stuff, and so allayed,
As that whereof the sun is made;
And of that fibre quick and strong
Whose throbs are love, whose thrills are song. 
Now in sordid weeds they sleep,
Their secret now in dulness keep.
Yet, will you learn our ancient speech,
These the masters who can teach,
Fourscore or a hundred words
All their vocal muse affords,
These they turn in other fashion
Than the writer or the parson.
I can spare the college-bell,
And the learned lecture we...Read more of this...
by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...t to us? What is this separate Nature, so unnatural? 
What is this Earth, to our affections? (unloving earth, without a throb to answer ours; 
Cold earth, the place of graves.) 

Yet, soul, be sure the first intent remains—and shall be carried out;
(Perhaps even now the time has arrived.) 

After the seas are all cross’d, (as they seem already cross’d,) 
After the great captains and engineers have accomplish’d their work, 
After the noble inventors—after the scientists, the c...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
..., and ended---who knows?---or endure!
``The man taught enough, by life's dream, of the rest to make sure;
``By the pain-throb, triumphantly winning intensified bliss,
``And the next world's reward and repose, by the struggles in this.

XVIII.

``I believe it! 'Tis thou, God, that givest, 'tis I who receive:
``In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
``All's one gift: thou canst grant it moreover, as prompt to my prayer
``As I breathe out this breath, as I...Read more of this...
by Browning, Robert
...k to us by a dream,
the first jasmine of November,
the endless yearning of the compass,
a book we thought was lost,
the throb of a hexameter,
the slight key that opens a house to us,
the smell of a library, or of sandalwood,
the former name of a street,
the colors of a map,
an unforeseen etymology,
the smoothness of a filed fingernail,
the date we were looking for,
the twelve dark bell-strokes, tolling as we count,
a sudden physical pain.

Eight million Shinto deities
travel ...Read more of this...
by Borges, Jorge Luis
...rsperse them, and cheerfully pass them forward. 

I too carol the sun, usher’d, or at noon, or, as now, setting, 
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and of all the growths of the earth, 
I too have felt the resistless call of myself. 

As I sail’d down the Mississippi,
As I wander’d over the prairies, 
As I have lived—As I have look’d through my windows, my eyes, 
As I went forth in the morning—As I beheld the light breaking in the east; 
As I bathed on the bea...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...worms."

____
Prattville, Alabama, 1868.



V. Life and Song.


"If life were caught by a clarionet,
And a wild heart, throbbing in the reed,
Should thrill its joy and trill its fret,
And utter its heart in every deed,

"Then would this breathing clarionet
Type what the poet fain would be;
For none o' the singers ever yet
Has wholly lived his minstrelsy,

"Or clearly sung his true, true thought,
Or utterly bodied forth his life,
Or out of life and song has wrought
The perfec...Read more of this...
by Lanier, Sidney
...failed him - he would perish with his boss
So dauntlessly he lowered his head, and ever clearer, clearer,
He heard the throb and thunder of the Continental Mail.
He would face the mighty monster. It was coming nearer, nearer;
He would fight it, he would smite it, but he'd never show his tail.

Can you see that hirsute hero, standing there in tragic glory?
Can you hear the Pullman porters shrieking horror to the sky?
No, you can't; because my story has no end so grim and gory...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...heave a down-swig till I groan 
"Awake, you swine, you devil's own." 
I made the fire-bell awake, 
I felt the bell-rope throb and shake; 
I felt the air mingle and clang 
And beat the walls a muffled bang, 
And stifle back and boom and bay 
Like muffled peals on Boxing Day, 
And then surge up and gather shape, 
And spread great pinions and escape; 
And each great bird of clanging shrieks 
O Fire! Fire, from iron beaks. 
My shoulders cracked to send around 
Those shrieking bir...Read more of this...
by Masefield, John
...saddened with all weather,
Heaven and I wept together,
and its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine.
Against the red throb of its sunset heart,
I laid my own to beat
And share commingling heat.

But not by that, by that was eased my human smart.
In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek.
For ah! we know what each other says,
these things and I; In sound I speak,
Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.
Nature, poor step-dame, cannot slake my drouth.
Le...Read more of this...
by Thompson, Francis
...Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away,
        And all unworthy of thy nobler strain,
     Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway,
        The wizard note has not been touched in vain.
     Then silent be no more! Enchantress, wake again!
     I.

     The stag at eve had drunk his fill,
     Where danced the moon on Monan's rill,
     And deep his midnight lair had made
     In lone Glenartney's hazel shade;
     But when the sun his beacon red
     ...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter
...melodies.


No nightingale delighteth to prolong
Her low preamble all alone,
More than my soul to hear her echo'd song
Throb thro' the ribbed stone;


Singing and murmuring in her feastful mirth,
Joying to feel herself alive,
Lord over Nature, Lord of the visible earth,
Lord of the senses five;


Communing with herself: "All these are mine,
And let the world have peace or wars,
'T is one to me." She--when young night divine
Crown'd dying day with stars,


Making sweet close ...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...r yelling press, 
To gorge the relics of success. 

XIII. 

His head grows fever'd, and his pulse 
The quick successive throbs convulse; 
In vain from side to side he throws 
His form, in courtship of repose; 
Or if he dozed, a sound, a start 
Awoke him with a sunken heart. 
The turban on his hot brow press'd, 
The mail weigh'd lead-like on his breast, 
Though oft and long beneath its weight 
Upon his eyes had slumber sate, 
Without or couch or canopy, 
Except a rougher field...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...XXVIII 
In the depth of the night betwixt midnight and morning, 
In the darkness and silence forerunning the dawn, 
The throb of my heart was a drum-beat of warning, 
My ears were a-strain and my breath was undrawn. 
In the depth of the night, when the old house was sleeping, 
I lying alone in a desolate bed, 
Heard soft on the staircase a slow footstep creeping— 
The ear of the living—the step of the dead. 
In the depth of the night betwixt midnight and morning
A step drawin...Read more of this...
by Miller, Alice Duer

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