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Famous Without Poems by Famous Poets

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by Whitman, Walt
...the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders, 
The attitude of him cheers up slaves and horrifies foreign despots.

Without extinction is Liberty! without retrograde is Equality! 
They live in the feelings of young men, and the best women; 
Not for nothing have the indomitable heads of the earth been always ready to fall for
 Liberty. 

11
For the great Idea! 
That, O my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.

Songs of stern defiance, ever ready, 
Songs of the rap...Read more of this...



by Dickinson, Emily
...or
The privilege to die—

601

A still—Volcano—Life—
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—

A quiet—Earthquake Style—
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect

The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol—
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut—
And Cities—ooze away—

613

They shut me up in Prose—
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet—
Because they liked me "stil...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...r in 
 Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch! 
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom 
 I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch 
 who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! 
 Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! 
 Light streaming out of the sky! 
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! 
 skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic 
 industries! spectral nations! invincible mad 
 houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs! 
They broke their back...Read more of this...

by Wilde, Oscar
...t Marathon,
And died to show that Milton's England still could bear a son!

And yet I cannot tread the Portico
And live without desire, fear and pain,
Or nurture that wise calm which long ago
The grave Athenian master taught to men,
Self-poised, self-centred, and self-comforted,
To watch the world's vain phantasies go by with unbowed head.

Alas! that serene brow, those eloquent lips,
Those eyes that mirrored all eternity,
Rest in their own Colonos, an eclipse
Hath come o...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...ose green-rob'd senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir,
Save from one gradual solitary gust
Which comes upon the silence, and dies off,
As if the ebbing air had but one wave;
So came these words and went; the while in tears
She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground,
Just where her fallen hair might be outspread
A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet.
One moon, with alteration slow, ha...Read more of this...



by Alighieri, Dante
...seven strong gates made open one by one, 
 As each we neared, that where my Master led 
 With ease I followed, although without were none 
 But deep that stream beyond their wading spread, 
 And closed those gates beyond their breach had been, 
 Had they sought entry with us. 
 Of
 coolest green 
 Stretched the wide lawns we midmost found, for there, 
 Intolerant of itself, was Hell made fair 
 To accord with its containing. 
 Grave,
 austere, 
 Quiet-voiced and slow,...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...my arm,  He saves for me my precious soul;  Then happy lie, for blest am I;  Without me my sweet babe would die.   Then do not fear, my boy! for thee  Bold as a lion I will be;  And I will always be thy guide,  Through hollow snows and rivers wide.  I'll build an Indian bower; I know  The leaves that make the softest bed:  And if ...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...for a night of him. No sleep
If he had stayed. The least thing set him going.
It’s quiet as an empty church without him.”

“But how much better off are we as it is?
We’ll have to sit here till we know he’s safe.”

“Yes, I suppose you’ll want to, but I shouldn’t.
He knows what he can do, or he wouldn’t try.
Get into bed I say, and get some rest.
He won’t come back, and if he telephones,
It won’t be for an hour or two.”

“Well then——

We can’...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...also—I guess what you mean; 
I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers; 
I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me; 
We must have a turn together—I undress—hurry me out of sight of the
 land;
Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse; 
Dash me with amorous wet—I can repay you. 

Sea of stretch’d ground-swells! 
Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths! 
Sea of the brine of life! sea of unshovell’d yet always-ready graves!
Howler and ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...;
To see no being, not God’s or any, but you also go thither, 
To see no possession but you may possess it—enjoying all without labor or
 purchase—abstracting
 the feast, yet not abstracting one particle of it; 
To take the best of the farmer’s farm and the rich man’s elegant villa, and the chaste
 blessings
 of the well-married couple, and the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens, 
To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through, 
To carry buildings an...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...ek
Is dead and never dies.

Therefore I bring these rhymes to you
Who brought the cross to me,
Since on you flaming without flaw
I saw the sign that Guthrum saw
When he let break his ships of awe,
And laid peace on the sea.

Do you remember when we went
Under a dragon moon,
And `mid volcanic tints of night
Walked where they fought the unknown fight
And saw black trees on the battle-height,
Black thorn on Ethandune?
And I thought, "I will go with you,
As man with God h...Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...could I quarrel or blame you, most dear,
Who all thy virtues gavest and kept back none;
Kindness and gentleness, truth without peer,
And beauty that my fancy fed upon?
Now not my life's contrition for my fault
Can blot that day, nor work me recompence,
Tho' I might worthily thy worth exalt,
Making thee long amends for short offence. 
For surely nowhere, love, if not in thee
Are grace and truth and beauty to be found;
And all my praise of these can only be
A praise of the...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
..., too! One could see he was wise,
 The moment one looked in his face!

He had bought a large map representing the sea,
 Without the least vestige of land:
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
 A map they could all understand.

"What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators,
 Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?"
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
 "They are merely conventional signs!

"Other maps are such shapes, with their islan...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...like was never heard of yet,  Him whom she loves, her idiot boy.   And he must post without delay  Across the bridge that's in the dale,  And by the church, and o'er the down,  To bring a doctor from the town,  Or she will die, old Susan Gale.   There is no need of boot or spur,  There is no need of whip or wand,  For Johnny has his holl...Read more of this...

by Blake, William
...n clothes
folded up. Now is the dominion of Edom, & the return of Adam into
Paradise; see Isaiah XXXIV & XXXV Chap:
Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and
Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to
Human existence.
From these contraries spring what the religious call Good &
Evil. Good is the passive that obeys Reason[.] Evil is the active
springing from Energy.
Good is Heaven. Evil is Hell.

PLATE 4
The voice of...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...rmandising troup
Who find a solace in the soup? 

"Canst thou desire or pie or puff?
Thy well-bred manners were enough,
Without such gross material stuff." 

"Yet well-bred men," he faintly said,
"Are not willing to be fed:
Nor are they well without the bread." 

Her visage scorched him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke. 

"Such wretches live: they take their share
Of common earth and common air:
We come across them...Read more of this...

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...& obscene
The wild dance maddens in the van, & those
Who lead it, fleet as shadows on the green,
Outspeed the chariot & without repose
Mix with each other in tempestuous measure
To savage music .... Wilder as it grows,
They, tortured by the agonizing pleasure,
Convulsed & on the rapid whirlwinds spun
Of that fierce spirit, whose unholy leisure
Was soothed by mischief since the world begun,
Throw back their heads & loose their streaming hair,
And in their dance...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...Old yet groans 
Beneath what he and his prepared, if not 
Completed: he leaves heirs on many thrones 
To all his vices, without what begot 
Compassion for him — his tame virtues; drones 
Who sleep, or despots who have not forgot 
A lesson which shall be re-taught them, wake 
Upon the thrones of earth; but let them quake! 

XLVIII 

'Five millions of the primitive, who hold 
The faith which makes ye great on earth, implored 
A part of that vast all they held of old, — 
Freedom...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...t only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
T...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna
...ve incorruptible.



x x x

My voice is weak, but will does not get weaker.
It has become still better without love,
The sky is tall, the mountain wind is blowing
My thoughts are sinless to true God above.
The sleeplessness has gone to other places,
I do not on grey ashes count my sorrow,
And the skewed arrow of the clock face
Does not look to me like a deadly arrow.
How past over the heart is losing power!
Freedom is near. I will forgive ...Read more of this...

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