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Famous Underneath Poems by Famous Poets

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by Whitman, Walt
...rapidly through civilizations, governments, theories, 
Through poems, pageants, shows, to form great individuals. 

Underneath all, individuals!
I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals, 
The American compact is altogether with individuals, 
The only government is that which makes minute of individuals, 
The whole theory of the universe is directed to one single individual—namely, to You.


(Mother! with subtle sense severe—with the naked sword in yo...Read more of this...



by Keats, John
...oke the stranger of dark tresses:
Her dawning love-look rapt Endymion blesses
With 'haviour soft. Sleep yawned from underneath.
"Thou swan of Ganges, let us no more breathe
This murky phantasm! thou contented seem'st
Pillow'd in lovely idleness, nor dream'st
What horrors may discomfort thee and me.
Ah, shouldst thou die from my heart-treachery!--
Yet did she merely weep--her gentle soul
Hath no revenge in it: as it is whole
In tenderness, would I were whole in lov...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...nizing
On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard,
Heard and not heard him; as the village girl,
Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring,
Musing on him that used to fill it for her,
Hears and not hears, and lets it overflow. 

At length she spoke `O Enoch, you are wise;
And yet for all your wisdom well know I
That I shall look upon your face no more.' 

`Well then,' said Enoch, `I shall look on yours.
Annie, the ship I sail in passes here
(He named the day) g...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...est, 
Wines from the south, and spices from the east; 
From Gambo gold, and from the Ganges gems-- 
Take a short voyage underneath the Thames, 
Once a deep river, now with timber floored, 
And shrunk, least navigable, to a ford. 

Now (nothing more at Chatham left to burn), 
The Holland squadron leisurely return, 
And spite of Ruperts and of Albemarles, 
To Ruyter's triumph lead the captive Charles. 
The pleasing sight he often does prolong: 
Her masts erect, tough co...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...from over the main.  She has a baby on her arm,  Or else she were alone;  And underneath the hay-stack warm,  And on the green-wood stone,  She talked and sung the woods among;  And it was in the English tongue.   "Sweet babe! they say that I am mad,  But nay, my heart is far too glad;  And I am happy when I sing  Full many a sad a...Read more of this...



by Kendall, Henry
...beetling brawling brooks and deep ravines, 
Where the moonshine, pale and mournful, flows on rocks and evergreens. 

Underneath these regal ridges - underneath the gnarly trees, 
I am sitting, lonely-hearted, listening to a lonely breeze! 
Sitting by an ancient casement, casting many a longing look 
Out across the hazy gloaming - out beyond the brawling brook! 
Over pathways leading skyward - over crag and swelling cone, 

Past long hillocks looking like to waves of ...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...they, with incessant toil 
And hands innumerable, scarce perform. 
Nigh on the plain, in many cells prepared, 
That underneath had veins of liquid fire 
Sluiced from the lake, a second multitude 
With wondrous art founded the massy ore, 
Severing each kind, and scummed the bullion-dross. 
A third as soon had formed within the ground 
A various mould, and from the boiling cells 
By strange conveyance filled each hollow nook; 
As in an organ, from one blast of wind, 
To...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...owing ill. 
Southward through Eden went a river large, 
Nor changed his course, but through the shaggy hill 
Passed underneath ingulfed; for God had thrown 
That mountain as his garden-mould high raised 
Upon the rapid current, which, through veins 
Of porous earth with kindly thirst up-drawn, 
Rose a fresh fountain, and with many a rill 
Watered the garden; thence united fell 
Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood, 
Which from his darksome passage now appears, 
...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...l 
So quickened appetite, that I, methought, 
Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the clouds 
With him I flew, and underneath beheld 
The earth outstretched immense, a prospect wide 
And various: Wondering at my flight and change 
To this high exaltation; suddenly 
My guide was gone, and I, methought, sunk down, 
And fell asleep; but O, how glad I waked 
To find this but a dream! Thus Eve her night 
Related, and thus Adam answered sad. 
Best image of myself, and dear...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...at slope to death, 
And haunts of home, whose vistaed trees 
Shade off to mournful cypresses, 
With the white amaranths underneath. 
Even while I look, I can but heed 
The restless sands' incessant fall, 
Importunate hours that hours succeed 
Each clamorous with its own sharp need, 
And duty keeping pace with all. 
Shut down and clasp with heavy lids; 
I hear again the voice that bids 
The dreamer leave his dream midway 
For larger hopes and graver fears: 
Life greate...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ot hasten—each man hits in his place. 

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The ***** holds firmly the reins of his four horses—the block swags
 underneath on its tied-over chain; 
The ***** that drives the dray of the stone-yard—steady and tall he stands,
 pois’d on one leg on the string-piece; 
His blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast, and loosens over his hip-band;

His glance is calm and commanding—he tosses the slouch of his hat away from
 his forehead;
The sun falls on his crispy...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...golden crowns
Blazed, drenched with dawn and dew-empearled
While faintlier coloured, freshlier curled,
The clouds from underneath the world
Stood up over the downs.

"These vines be ropes that drag me hard,"
He said. "I go not far;
Where would you meet? For you must hold
Half Wiltshire and the White Horse wold,
And the Thames bank to Owsenfold,
If Wessex goes to war.

"Guthrum sits strong on either bank
And you must press his lines
Inwards, and eastward drive him...Read more of this...

by Browning, Elizabeth Barrett
...I MIND me in the days departed, 
How often underneath the sun 
With childish bounds I used to run 
To a garden long deserted. 

The beds and walks were vanish'd quite; 5 
And wheresoe'er had struck the spade, 
The greenest grasses Nature laid, 
To sanctify her right. 

I call'd the place my wilderness, 
For no one enter'd there but I. 10 
The sheep look'd in, the grass to espy,...Read more of this...

by Masefield, John
...e?" 
They's moonlight, lamps, and gas to light 'em. 
I give a screech-owl's screech to fright 'em, 
And snatch from underneath their noses 
The nozzles of the fire hoses. 
"I am the fire. Back, stand back, 
Or else I'll fetch your skulls a crack; 
D'you see these copper nozzles here? 
They weigh ten pounds a piece, my dear; 
I'm fire of hell come up this minute 
To burn this town and burn you clean, 
You cogwheels in a stopped machine, 
You hearts of snakes, and b...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ll 
Was toward me as of old; till one fair morn, 
I walking to and fro beside a stream 
That flashed across her orchard underneath 
Her castle-walls, she stole upon my walk, 
And calling me the greatest of all knights, 
Embraced me, and so kissed me the first time, 
And gave herself and all her wealth to me. 
Then I remembered Arthur's warning word, 
That most of us would follow wandering fires, 
And the Quest faded in my heart. Anon, 
The heads of all her people drew...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...t drawen to memory.
This goddess on an hart full high was set*, *seated
With smalle houndes all about her feet,
And underneath her feet she had a moon,
Waxing it was, and shoulde wane soon.
In gaudy green her statue clothed was,
With bow in hand, and arrows in a case*. *quiver
Her eyen caste she full low adown,
Where Pluto hath his darke regioun.
A woman travailing was her beforn,
But, for her child so longe was unborn,
Full piteously Lucina  gan she call,...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...tried.'
     XVII.

     But scarce again his horn he wound,
     When lo! forth starting at the sound,
     From underneath an aged oak
     That slanted from the islet rock,
     A damsel guider of its way,
     A little skiff shot to the bay,
     That round the promontory steep
     Led its deep line in graceful sweep,
     Eddying, in almost viewless wave,
     The weeping willow twig to rave,
     And kiss, with whispering sound and slow,
     The beach o...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...ong feathers, like a bird. 

Again, he may have gone down easily, 
By comfortable altitudes, and found, 
As always, underneath him solid ground 
Whereon to be sufficient and to stand
Possessed already of the promised land, 
Far stretched and fair to see: 
A good sight, verily, 
And one to make the eyes of her who bore him 
Shine glad with hidden tears.
Why question of his ease of who before him, 
In one place or another where they left 
Their names as far behind them ...Read more of this...

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...oving arch of victory the vermilion
And green & azure plumes of Iris had
Built high over her wind-winged pavilion,
"And underneath aetherial glory clad
The wilderness, and far before her flew
The tempest of the splendour which forbade
Shadow to fall from leaf or stone;--the crew
Seemed in that light like atomies that dance
Within a sunbeam.--Some upon the new
"Embroidery of flowers that did enhance
The grassy vesture of the desart, played,
Forgetful of the chariot's swift...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna
...But those that reach it struck with woe that lingers.
Now you have understood, why forever
My heart does not beat underneath your fingers.



x x x

All has been taken: strength as well as love.
Into the unloved town the corpse is thrown.
It does not love the sun. I fear, that blood
Inside of me already cold has grown.

I do not recognize sweet Muse's loving taste:
She looks ahead and does not let a word pass,
And bows a head in the da...Read more of this...

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