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Famous Vile Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...o the skies advanc'd 
For sanguinary appetite, and skill 
In cruel feats of arms, and tyranny 
O'er ev'ry right, and privilege of man. 
Vain were their searches, and their reason vain, 
Else whence the sculptur'd image of a god, 
And marble bust ador'd as deity, 
Altar and hecatomb prepar'd for these, 
Or human sacrifice when hecatomb 
Consum'd in vain with ceremony dire, 
And rites abhorr'd, denied the wish'd success. 
Reason is dark, else why heroic deem'd 
Fell sui...Read more of this...



by Smart, Christopher
...pher espies 
 The Dog, the Ram, and Rose; 
The planet's ring, Orion's sword; 
Nor is his greatness less ador'd 
 In the vile worm that glows. 

 LXVII 
For ADORATION, on the strings 
The western breezes work their wings, 
 The captive ear to sooth. 
Hark! 'Tis a voice—how still, and small— 
That makes the cataracts to fall, 
 Or bids the sea be smooth! 

 LXVIII 
For ADORATION, incense comes 
From bezoar, and Arabian gums; 
 And from the civet's fur: 
But as for praye...Read more of this...

by Pope, Alexander
...Objects, but it alters none.
Expression is the Dress of Thought, and still
Appears more decent as more suitable;
A vile Conceit in pompous Words exprest,
Is like a Clown in regal Purple drest;
For diff'rent Styles with diff'rent Subjects sort,
As several Garbs with Country, Town, and Court.
Some by Old Words to Fame have made Pretence;
Ancients in Phrase, meer Moderns in their Sense!
Such labour'd Nothings, in so strange a Style,
Amaze th'unlearn'd, and make the Lear...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...e evil years before my respite— 
Which now I knew and recognized at last 
As only his more venomous preparation
For the vile end of a deceiving peace— 
That I began to fancy there was on me 
The stupor that explorers have alleged 
As evidence of nature’s final mercy 
When tigers have them down upon the earth
And wild hot breath is heavy on their faces. 
I could not feel his breath, but I could hear it; 
Though fear had made an anvil of my heart 
Where demons, for the joy ...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...d
To undo the charmed band
Of true virgin here distressed
Through the force and through the wile
Of unblessed enchanter vile.
 SABR. Shepherd, 't is my office best
To help ensnared chastity.
Brightest Lady, look on me.
Thus I sprinkle on thy breast
Drops that from my fountain pure
I have kept of precious cure;
Thrice upon thy finger's tip,
Thrice upon thy rubied lip:
Next this marble venomed seat,
Smeared with gums of glutinous heat,
I touch with chaste palms ...Read more of this...



by Pope, Alexander
...ions to their centre nod, 
And Nature tremble to the throne of God: 
All this dread ORDER break -- for whom? for thee? 
Vile worm! -- oh, Madness, Pride, Impiety!

IX. What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread, 
Or hand to toil, aspir'd to be the head? 
What if the head, the eye, or ear repin'd(27) 
To serve mere engines to the ruling Mind? 
Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains 
The great directing MIND of ALL ordains. 
All are but parts of one stupendous wh...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...d grace, 
 And as in school but take a scholar's place. 
 Highness, you are a fairy bright, whose hand 
 For sceptre vile gave up your proper wand." 
 Fair Mahaud mused—then said, "Be silent now; 
 You seem to watch me; little 'tis I know, 
 Only that from Bohemia Joss doth come, 
 And that in Poland Zeno hath his home. 
 But you amuse me; I am rich, you poor— 
 What boon shall I confer and make secure? 
 What gift? ask of me, poets, what you will 
 And I will gran...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...closing shears refrain.
Lift up your heads ye everlasting gates!
Ye argent clarions, sound a loftier strain
For the vile thing he hated lurks within
Its sombre house, alone with God and memories of sin.

Still what avails it that she sought her cave
That murderous mother of red harlotries?
At Munich on the marble architrave
The Grecian boys die smiling, but the seas
Which wash AEgina fret in loneliness
Not mirroring their beauty; so our lives grow colourless

For lack...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...this dethronement horrible.
Speak! roar! shout! yell! ye sleepy Titans all.
Do ye forget the blows, the buffets vile?
Are ye not smitten by a youngling arm?
Dost thou forget, sham Monarch of the waves,
Thy scalding in the seas? What! have I rous'd
Your spleens with so few simple words as these?
O joy! for now I see ye are not lost:
O joy! for now I see a thousand eyes
Wide-glaring for revenge!"---As this he said,
He lifted up his stature vast, and stood,
Still without...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...ough her hair.

LX.
Yet they contriv'd to steal the Basil-pot,
And to examine it in secret place:
The thing was vile with green and livid spot,
And yet they knew it was Lorenzo's face:
The guerdon of their murder they had got,
And so left Florence in a moment's space,
Never to turn again.--Away they went,
With blood upon their heads, to banishment.

LXI.
O Melancholy, turn thine eyes away!
O Music, Music, breathe despondingly!
O Echo, Echo, on some other d...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...
Not more almighty to resist our might 
Than wise to frustrate all our plots and wiles. 
Shall we, then, live thus vile--the race of Heaven 
Thus trampled, thus expelled, to suffer here 
Chains and these torments? Better these than worse, 
By my advice; since fate inevitable 
Subdues us, and omnipotent decree, 
The Victor's will. To suffer, as to do, 
Our strength is equal; nor the law unjust 
That so ordains. This was at first resolved, 
If we were wise, against...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...
With what may be devised of honours new, 
Receive him coming to receive from us 
Knee-tribute yet unpaid, prostration vile! 
Too much to one! but double how endured, 
To one, and to his image now proclaimed? 
But what if better counsels might erect 
Our minds, and teach us to cast off this yoke? 
Will ye submit your necks, and choose to bend 
The supple knee? Ye will not, if I trust 
To know ye right, or if ye know yourselves 
Natives and sons of Heaven possessed before 
By...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...heard thee in the garden, and of thy voice 
Afraid, being naked, hid myself. To whom 
The gracious Judge without revile replied. 
My voice thou oft hast heard, and hast not feared, 
But still rejoiced; how is it now become 
So dreadful to thee? That thou art naked, who 
Hath told thee? Hast thou eaten of the tree, 
Whereof I gave thee charge thou shouldst not eat? 
To whom thus Adam sore beset replied. 
O Heaven! in evil strait this day I stand 
Before my Judge; ...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...on;
For yonder bank hath choice of Sun or shade,
There I am wont to sit, when any chance
Relieves me from my task of servile toyl,
Daily in the common Prison else enjoyn'd me,
Where I a Prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw
The air imprison'd also, close and damp,
Unwholsom draught: but here I feel amends,
The breath of Heav'n fresh-blowing, pure and sweet, 
With day-spring born; here leave me to respire.
This day a solemn Feast the people hold
To Dagon thir Sea-Idol, and ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...lcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean; 
Not an inch, nor a particle of an inch, is vile, and none shall be less familiar
 than the rest.

I am satisfied—I see, dance, laugh, sing: 
As the hugging and loving Bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and
 withdraws at the peep of the day, with stealthy tread, 
Leaving me baskets cover’d with white towels, swelling the house with their
 plenty, 
Shall I postpone my acceptati...Read more of this...

by Shakespeare, William
...n for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your...Read more of this...

by Aiken, Conrad
.... She smiles a meaning smile.
Suspicion eats my brain; I ask a question;
Something is creeping at me, something vile;

And suddenly on the wall behind her head
I see a monstrous shadow strike and spread,
The lamp puffs out, a great blow crashes down.
I plunge through the curtain, run through dark to the street,
And hear swift steps retreat . . .

The shades are drawn, the door is locked behind me.
Behind the door I hear a hammer sounding.
I wal...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...nbsp; And Susan has a dreadful night.   And Betty, half an hour ago,  On Johnny vile reflections cast:  "A little idle sauntering thing!"  With other names, an endless string.  But now that time is gone and past.   And Betty's drooping at the heart.  That happy time all past and gone,  "How can it be he is so late?  The Doctor he has...Read more of this...

by Petrarch, Francesco
...SPAN class=i0>Are dead, and must be, till the last best hourShall free you from the flesh and vile world's power.But, our brief leisure lest desire exceed,Turn we, ere breaks the day already nigh,To themes of greater interest, pure and high."Then I: "When ended the brief dream and vainThat men call life, by you now saf...Read more of this...

by Swift, Jonathan
...the tower,
Himself within the frown of power,
Pursued by base envenomed pens,
Far to the land of slaves and fens;
A servile race in folly nursed,
Who truckle most when treated worst.
By innocence and resolution,
He bore continual persecution;
While numbers to preferment rose,
Whose merits were, to be his foes;
When ev'n his own familiar friends,
Intent upon their private ends,
Like renegadoes now he feels,
Against him lifting up their heels.
The Dean did by his pen d...Read more of this...

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