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Famous Truant Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Brooke, Rupert
...of those lines,
The long, low soughing of pentameters,
-- Or the sharp of rhyme as a bird's cry --
And the innumerable truant polysyllables
Multitudinously twittering like a bee.
Fulfilled our hearts were with the music then,
And all the evenings sighed it to the dawn,
And all the lovers heard it from all the trees.
All of the accents upon the all the norms!
-- And ah! the stress of the penultimate!
We never knew blank verse could have such feet.

Where is it now...Read more of this...



by Robinson, Mary Darby
...gay;
The merry reed, and brawling rill
Call thee to rustic sports away.
Then wherefore weep, and sigh, and moan,
A truant from the throng--alone?


IX. 

"I cannot the green hill ascend,
"I cannot pace the upland mead;
"I cannot in the vale attend,
"To hear the merry-sounding reed:
"For all is still, beneath yon stone,
"Where my poor mother's left alone!


X. 

"I cannot gather gaudy flowers
"To dress the scene of revels loud--
"I cannot pass the ev'ning hours
"A...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Mary Darby
...!"

And now a Goatherd-Boy was heard--
Swift climbing up the mountain:
A Kid was lost, the fearful hind--
Had rov'd his truant care to find,
By wood-land's side--and fountain.

And now a murm'ring throng advanc'd,
And howlings echoed round them:
Now GOLFRE tried the path to pace,
His feet seem'd rooted to the place,
As though a spell had bound them.

And now loud mingling voices cried--
"Pursue that WOLF, pursue him!"
The guilty BARON, conscience stung,
About his fain...Read more of this...

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...ever,
On through many a distant star!
But woman with looks that can charm and enchain,
Lureth back at her beck the wild truant again,
By the spell of her presence beguiled--
In the home of the mother her modest abode,
And modest the manners by Nature bestowed
On Nature's most exquisite child!

Bruised and worn, but fiercely breasting,
Foe to foe, the angry strife;
Man, the wild one, never resting,
Roams along the troubled life;
What he planneth, still pursuing;
Vainly as the ...Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...er of God, be with me still!
When the hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My soul, lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my Future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine!...Read more of this...



by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...Venus, when her son was lost,
Cried him up and down the coast,
In hamlets, palaces, and parks,
And told the truant by his marks,
Golden curls, and quiver, and bow;—
This befell long ago.
Time and tide are strangely changed,
Men and manners much deranged;
None will now find Cupid latent
By this foolish antique patent.
He came late along the waste,
Shod like a traveller for haste,
With malice dared me to proclaim him,
That the maids and boys might name him.<...Read more of this...

by Clare, John
...d tripping bye
Where he admires wi fond delight
And longs to be there mute till night
He often ventures thro the day
At truant now and then to play
Rambling about the field and plain
Seeking larks nests in the grain
And picking flowers and boughs of may
To hurd awhile and throw away
Lurking neath bushes from the sight
Of tell tale eyes till schools noon night
Listing each hour for church clocks hum
To know the hour to wander home
That parents may not think him long
Nor dream ...Read more of this...

by Jackson, Helen Hunt
...race. 
That very day, 
An idle drone who sauntered through the air 
I tracked and followed, and he led me where 
My truant bees and stolen honey lay. 
Twice faithless bees! They had sought out to eat 
Rank, bitter herbs. The honey was not sweet....Read more of this...

by Ransom, John Crowe
...up an old illusion of grandeur 
By tickling the instinct of heads to be 
Absolute and to try decapitation 
And to play truant from the body bush; 

But too happy and beautiful for those sorts 
Of head (homekeeping heads are happiest) 
Discovers maybe thirty unwidowed years 
Of not dishonoring the faithful stem; 

Is nameless and has authored for the evil 
Historian headhunters neither book 
Nor state and is therefore distinct from tart 
Heads with crowns and guilty gallery h...Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...of God, be with me still! 

When the Hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My soul, lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee; 

Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my Future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine!...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ll-form’d person, the wasted or feeble person.

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I am she who adorn’d herself and folded her hair expectantly, 
My truant lover has come, and it is dark. 

Double yourself and receive me, darkness! 
Receive me and my lover too—he will not let me go without him. 

I roll myself upon you, as upon a bed—I resign myself to the dusk.

6
He whom I call answers me, and takes the place of my lover, 
He rises with me silently from the bed. 

Darkness! you are gent...Read more of this...

by Moore, Thomas
...you light, 
May be felt yet in Erin, as calm and as bright, 
And forgive even Albion while blushing she draws, 
Like a truant, her sword, in the long-slighted cause 
Of the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain! 

God prosper the cause! -- oh, it cannot but thrive, 
While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive, 
Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain; 
Then, how sainted by sorrow its martyrs will die! 
The finger of Glory shall point where they lie; 
While, far from...Read more of this...

by Goldsmith, Oliver
...o rule,
The village master taught his little school;
A man severe he was, and stern to view;
I knew him well, and every truant knew;
Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned;
Yet he was kind; or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fau...Read more of this...

by Seeger, Alan
...rooding vapors intercurled,
As the thick roofs and walls close-paralleled
Shut out the fair horizons of the world---

A truant from the fields and rustic joy,
In my changed thought that image even so
Shut out the gods I worshipped as a boy
And all the pure delights I used to know.

Often the veil has trembled at some tide
Of lovely reminiscence and revealed
How much of beauty Nature holds beside
Sweet lips that sacrifice and arms that yield:

Clouds, window-framed, beyond...Read more of this...

by Trumbull, John
...In elder days, in Saturn's prime,
Ere baldness seized the head of Time,
While truant Jove, in infant pride,
Play'd barefoot on Olympus' side,
Each thing on earth had power to chatter,
And spoke the mother tongue of nature.
Each stock or stone could prate and gabble,
Worse than ten labourers of Babel.
Along the street, perhaps you'd see
A Post disputing with a Tree,
And mid their arguments of weight,
A Goose sit umpire of debat...Read more of this...

by Arnold, Matthew
...ir— 
But none has hope like thine!
Thou through the fields and through the woods dost stray,
Roaming the countryside, a truant boy,
Nursing thy project in unclouded joy,
And every doubt long blown by time away.

O born in days when wits were fresh and clear,
And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames;
Before this strange disease of modern life,
With its sick hurry, its divided aims,
Its heads o'ertaxed, its palsied hearts, was rife— 
Fly hence, our contact fear!
Still fly...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Robert
...il a single letter,
not the chafe and cling
of this despondent chaff.

 3
Yet for a moment, the children
could play truant from their tuition.

 4
When I look back, I see a collapsing
accordion of my receding houses,
and myself receding
to a boy of twenty-five or thirty,
too shopworn for less, too impressionable for more—
blackmaned, illmade
in a washed blue workshirt and coalblack trousers,
moving from house to house,
still seeking a boy's license
to see the countrys...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...remake him; 
Fate let him fall, Fate can't retake him; 
Nature, Fate, men, him seek in vain. 

And whither now, my truant wise and sweet, 
0, whither tend thy feet! 
I had the right, few days ago, 
Thy steps to watch, thy place to know: 
How have I forfeited the right? 
Hast thou forgot me in a new delight? 
I hearken for thy household cheer, 
O eloquent child! 
Whose voice, an equal messenger, 
Conveyed thy meaning mild. 
What though the pains and joys 
Whereof it s...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...not remake him;
Fate let him fall, Fate can't retake him;
Nature, Fate, men, him seek in vain.

And whither now, my truant wise and sweet,
Oh, whither tend thy feet?
I had the right, few days ago,
Thy steps to watch, thy place to know;
How have I forfeited the right?
Hast thou forgot me in a new delight?
I hearken for thy household cheer,
O eloquent child!
Whose voice, an equal messenger,
Conveyed thy meaning mild.
What though the pains and joys
Whereof it spoke were ...Read more of this...

by Warton, Thomas
...of art with truth combin'd,
The fond illusions of my wayward mind!
For long, enamour'd of a barbarous age,
A faithless truant to the classic page;
Long have I lov'd to catch the simple chime
Of minstrel-harps, and spell the fabling rime;
To view the festive rites, the knightly play,
That deck'd heroic Albion's elder day;
To mark the mouldering halls of barons bold,
And the rough castle, cast in giant mould;
With Gothic manners Gothic arts explore,
And muse on the magnificenc...Read more of this...

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