Famous Unmarred Poems by Famous Poets

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

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My Legacy

by Lucy Maud Montgomery
 My friend has gone away from me 
From shadow into perfect light, 
But leaving a sweet legacy. 

My heart shall hold it long in fee­
A grand ideal, calm and bright,
A song of hope for ministry, 

A faith of unstained purity, 
A thought of beauty for delight­
These did my friend bequeath to me; 

And, more than even these can be,...Read more of this...

Gandalfs Song of Lorien

by J R R Tolkien
 In Dwimordene, in Lorien
Seldom have walked the feet of men,
Few mortal eyes have seen the light
That lies there ever, long and bright.
Galadriel! Galadriel!
Clear is the water of your well;
White is the stars in your white hand;
Unmarred, unstained is leaf and land
In Dwimordene, in Lorien
More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men....Read more of this...

Joy

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
 My heart is like a little bird
That sits and sings for very gladness.
Sorrow is some forgotten word, 
And so, except in rhyme, is sadness.

The world is very fair to me –
Such azure skies, such golden weather, 
I’m like a long caged bird set free, 
My heart is lighter than a feather.

I rise rejoicing in my life; 
I live with...Read more of this...

The Cow

by Victor Hugo
 ("Devant la blanche ferme.") 
 
 {XV., May, 1837.} 


 Before the farm where, o'er the porch, festoon 
 Wild creepers red, and gaffer sits at noon, 
 Whilst strutting fowl display their varied crests, 
 And the old watchdog slumberously rests, 
 They half-attentive to the clarion of their king, 
 Resplendent in the sunshine op'ning wing— 
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Lines Inscribed on The Wall of a Dungeon in The Southern P of I

by Anne Bronte
 Though not a breath can enter here,
I know the wind blows fresh and free;
I know the sun is shining clear,
Though not a gleam can visit me. 
They thought while I in darkness lay,
'Twere pity that I should not know
How all the earth is smiling gay;
How fresh the vernal breezes blow.

They knew, such tidings to impart
Would pierce my weary spirit...Read more of this...

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