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Famous Toying Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Keats, John
...arling essence, wherefore may I not
Be ever in these arms? in this sweet spot
Pillow my chin for ever? ever press
These toying hands and kiss their smooth excess?
Why not for ever and for ever feel
That breath about my eyes? Ah, thou wilt steal
Away from me again, indeed, indeed--
Thou wilt be gone away, and wilt not heed
My lonely madness. Speak, my kindest fair!
Is--is it to be so? No! Who will dare
To pluck thee from me? And, of thine own will,
Full well I feel thou wo...Read more of this...



by Keats, John
...er guides to conference;
And when they reach'd the throned eminence
She kist the sea-nymph's cheek,--who sat her down
A toying with the doves. Then,--"Mighty crown
And sceptre of this kingdom!" Venus said,
"Thy vows were on a time to Nais paid:
Behold!"--Two copious tear-drops instant fell
From the God's large eyes; he smil'd delectable,
And over Glaucus held his blessing hands.--
"Endymion! Ah! still wandering in the bands
Of love? Now this is cruel. Since the ho...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...on their scaly backs, in files,
Plump infant laughers mimicking the coil
Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers' toil:
With toying oars and silken sails they glide,
 Nor care for wind and tide.

"Mounted on panthers' furs and lions' manes,
From rear to van they scour about the plains;
A three days' journey in a moment done:
And always, at the rising of the sun,
About the wilds they hunt with spear and horn,
 On spleenful unicorn.

"I saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown
 Before ...Read more of this...

by McKay, Claude
...ne and limber like a tender tree. 
The motion of thy supple form is rare, 
Like a lithe panther lolling languidly, 
Toying and turning slowly in her lair. 
Oh, I would never ask for more of thee, 
Thou art so clean in passion and so fair. 
Enough! if thou wilt ask no more of me!...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...ce;
Monologues you could recite
With inimitable grace.

(Ah! Imagination's power)
See yon demi-mondaine there,
Idly toying with a flower,
Smiling with a pensive air . . .
Well, her smile is but a mask,
For I saw within her ****
Such a wicked little flask:
Vitriol -- ugh! the beastly stuff.

Now look back beside the bar.
See yon curled and scented beau,
Puffing at a fine cigar --
Sale espèce de maquereau.
Well (of course, it's all surmise),
It's for...Read more of this...



by Keats, John
...ir scaly backs, in files, 
Plump infant laughers mimicking the coil 
Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers' toil: 
With toying oars and silken sails they glide, 
Nor care for wind and tide. 105 

Mounted on panthers' furs and lions' manes, 
From rear to van they scour about the plains; 
A three days' journey in a moment done; 
And always, at the rising of the sun, 
About the wilds they hunt with spear and horn, 110 
On spleenful unicorn. 

I saw Osirian Egyp...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...their scaly backs, in files, 
Plump infant laughers mimicking the coil 
Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers' toil: 
With toying oars and silken sails they glide, 
 Nor care for wind and tide. 

Mounted on panthers' furs and lions' manes, 
From rear to van they scour about the plains; 
A three days' journey in a moment done; 
And always, at the rising of the sun, 
About the wilds they hunt with spear and horn, 
 On spleenful unicorn. 

I saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown 
 ...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...their scaly backs, in files, 
Plump infant laughers mimicking the coil 
Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers' toil: 
With toying oars and silken sails they glide, 
 Nor care for wind and tide. 

Mounted on panthers' furs and lions' manes, 
From rear to van they scour about the plains; 
A three days' journey in a moment done; 
And always, at the rising of the sun, 
About the wilds they hunt with spear and horn, 
 On spleenful unicorn. 

I saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown 
 ...Read more of this...

by Benet, Stephen Vincent
...he questing birds, 
They fill true-lovers' drink-horns up, 
Who speak not, having no words. 

"Love is not delicate toying, 
A slim and shimmering mesh; 
It is two souls wrenched into one, 
Two bodies made one flesh. 

"Lust is a sprightly servant, 
Gallant where wines are poured; 
Love is a bitter master, 
Love is an iron lord. 

"Satin ease of the body, 
Fattened sloth of the hands, 
These and their like he will not send, 
Only immortal fires to rend -- 
And the...Read more of this...

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...r,
And ye must dwell in endless night?

The nightingale and lark still sing
In your tranced ears the bliss of love;
The toying sylphs, on airy wing,
Around your fragrant bosoms rove,
Of yore, Dione's daughter [6] twining
In garlands sweet your cup-so shining,
A pillow formed where love might rest!
Spring's gentle children, mourn forever,
The joys of love she gave ye never,
Ne'er let ye know that feeling blest!

But when ye're gathered by my hand,
A token of my love to be,
Now...Read more of this...

by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang
...ttage see.

I'll refresh thee, if thou'rt tired,

And will bathe thy weary feet;

Take whate'er by thee's desired,

Toying, rest, or rapture sweet."--
She busily seeks his feign'd suff'rings to ease;
Then smiles the Immortal; with pleasure he sees
That with kindness a heart so corrupted can beat.


And he makes her act the part

Of a slave; he's straight obey'd.

What at first had been but art,

Soon is nature in the maid.

By degrees the fruit we find,

W...Read more of this...

by Herrick, Robert
...You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
 Still with your curls, and kiss the time away.
 You blame me, too, because I can't devise
 Some sport to please those babies in your eyes;—
By love's religion, I must here confess it,
 The most I love, when I the least express it.
 Small griefs find tongues; full casks are never found
 To give, if any, yet ...Read more of this...

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