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Famous Social Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...eir sports were cheap an’ cheery:
Till butter’d sowens, 16 wi’ fragrant lunt,
 Set a’ their gabs a-steerin;
Syne, wi’ a social glass o’ strunt,
 They parted aff careerin
 Fu’ blythe that night.


 Note 1. Is thought to be a night when witches, devils, and other mischief-making beings are abroad on their baneful midnight errands; particularly those aerial people, the fairies, are said on that night to hold a grand anniversary.—R. B. [back]
Note 2. Certa...Read more of this...
by Burns, Robert



...minds: 
But sacred truth fair science and each grace 
Of virtue born; health, elegance and ease 
And temp'rate mirth in social intercourse 
Convey rich pleasure to the mind; and oft 
The sacred muse in heaven-breathing song 
Doth wrap the soul in extasy divine, 
Inspiring joy and sentiment which not 
The tale of war or song of Druids gave. 
The song of Druids or the tale of war 
With martial vigour every breast inspir'd, 
With valour fierce and love of deathless fame; 
Bu...Read more of this...
by Brackenridge, Hugh Henry
...foot, and chapitre, and niche,
The various histories enrich 
 Of God's record'd works. 

 XXXVI 
Sigma presents the social droves, 
With him that solitary roves, 
 And man of all the chief; 
Fair on whose face, and stately frame, 
Did God impress His hallow'd name, 
 For ocular belief. 

 XXXVII 
OMEGA! GREATEST and the BEST, 
Stands sacred to the day of rest, 
 For gratitude and thought; 
Which bless'd the world upon his pole, 
And gave the universe his goal, 
 And c...Read more of this...
by Smart, Christopher
...ing here and drinking this last glass 
I pour you out in sign of amity 
Before we part for ever. Of your power 
And social influence, worldly worth in short, 
Judge what's my estimation by the fact, 
I do not condescend to enjoin, beseech, 
Hint secrecy on one of all these words! 
You're shrewd and know that should you publish one 
The world would brand the lie--my enemies first, 
Who'd sneer--"the bishop's an arch-hypocrite 
"And knave perhaps, but not so frank a fool.Read more of this...
by Browning, Robert
...resource 
The blest alternative of fraud or force! 
Ours be the last; in time deceit may come 
When cities cage us in a social home: 
There ev'n thy soul might err — how oft the heart 
Corruption shakes which peril could not part! 
And woman, more than man, when death or woe, 
Or even disgrace, would lay her lover low, 
Sunk in the lap of luxury will shame — 
Away suspicion! — not Zuleika's name! 
But life is hazard at the best; and here 
No more remains to win, and much to f...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)



...Man was made of social earth,
Child and brother from his birth;
Tethered by a liquid cord
Of blood through veins of kindred poured,
Next his heart the fireside band
Of mother, father, sister, stand;
Names from awful childhood heard,
Throbs of a wild religion stirred,
Their good was heaven, their harm was vice,
Till Beauty came to snap all ties,
The maid, abolishing the past...Read more of this...
by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...he sky!
On cares like these if length of days attend,
May Heav'n, to bless those days, preserve my friend,
Preserve him social, cheerful, and serene,
And just as rich as when he serv'd a queen.
Whether that blessing be denied or giv'n,
Thus far was right, the rest belongs to Heav'n....Read more of this...
by Pope, Alexander
...er birth, her sire
A Briton's independence taught to seek
Far western worlds; and there his household fire
The light of social love did long inspire,
And many a halcyon day he lived to see
Unbroken but by one misfortune dire,
When fate had reft his mutual heart--but she
Was gone--and Gertrude climb'd a widow'd father's knee.

A loved bequest,--and I may half impart--
To them that feel the strong paternal tie,
How like a new existence to his heart
That living flower uprose...Read more of this...
by Campbell, Thomas
...ontain live that day 
in the sight of heaven. 

II 

In the blue, winking light 
of the International Institute 
of Social Revolution 
I fell asleep one afternoon 
over a book of memoirs 
of a Spanish priest who'd 
served his own private faith 
in a long forgotten war. 
An Anarchist and a Catholic, 
his remembrances moved 
inexplicably from Castilian 
to Catalan, a language I 
couldn't follow. That dust, 
fine and gray, peculiar 
to libraries, slipped 
between the...Read more of this...
by Levine, Philip
...s voices soothe the turbulence

‘Ey’ ‘sithee’ and ‘love’, lastingly lilt

From cradle to grave, from backstreet

On the social, our son, beat his way

To Eton, Balliol, to Calcatta’s Shantiniketan

And all the way back to a locked ward.

While I in the meantime fondly fiddled 

With rhyme and unreason, publishing pamphlets

And Leeds Poetry Weekly while under the bane

Of his tragic illness, poet and mother,

You were driven from pillar to post

By the taunting yobbery of...Read more of this...
by Tebb, Barry
...llateral love, and dearest amity. 
Thou in thy secresy although alone, 
Best with thyself accompanied, seekest not 
Social communication; yet, so pleased, 
Canst raise thy creature to what highth thou wilt 
Of union or communion, deified: 
I, by conversing, cannot these erect 
From prone; nor in their ways complacence find. 
Thus I emboldened spake, and freedom used 
Permissive, and acceptance found; which gained 
This answer from the gracious Voice Divine. 
Thus ...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...ern zone, 
The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. 
No church-bell lent its Christian tone 
To the savage air, no social smoke 
Curled over woods of snow-hung oak. 
A solitude made more intense 
By dreary-voicëd elements, 
The shrieking of the mindless wind, 
The moaning tree-boughs swaying blind, 
And on the glass the unmeaning beat 
Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. 
Beyond the circle of our hearth 
No welcome sound of toil or mirth 
Unbound the spell, and test...Read more of this...
by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...the new creation's plan
"Behold!"--the joyous crowds exclaim,--
"Behold, all this is done by man!"
With jocund and more social aim
The minstrel's lyre their awe awoke,
Telling of Titans, and of giant's frays
And lion-slayers, turning, as he spoke,
Even into heroes those who heard his lays.
For the first time the soul feels joy,
By raptures blessed that calmer are,
That only greet it from afar,
That passions wild can ne'er destroy,
And that, when tasted, do not cloy.

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by Schiller, Friedrich von
...resource 
The blest alternative of fraud or force! 
Ours be the last; in time deceit may come 
When cities cage us in a social home: 
There ev'n thy soul might err — how oft the heart 
Corruption shakes which peril could not part! 
And woman, more than man, when death or woe, 
Or even disgrace, would lay her lover low, 
Sunk in the lap of luxury will shame — 
Away suspicion! — not Zuleika's name! 
But life is hazard at the best; and here 
No more remains to win, and much to f...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...ntly, 
487 Leaving no room upon his cloudy knee, 
488 Prophetic joint, for its diviner young. 
489 The return to social nature, once begun, 
490 Anabasis or slump, ascent or chute, 
491 Involved him in midwifery so dense 
492 His cabin counted as phylactery, 
493 Then place of vexing palankeens, then haunt 
494 Of children nibbling at the sugared void, 
495 Infants yet eminently old, then dome 
496 And halidom for the unbraided femes, 
497 Green crammers of the...Read more of this...
by Stevens, Wallace
... 
You cannot patch a growing tree. 
Put these two words beneath your hat, 
These two: securus judicat. 
The social states of human kinds 
Are made by multitudes of minds, 
And after multitudes of years 
A little human growth appears 
Worth having, even to the soul 
Who sees most plain it's not the whole. 

This state is dull and evil, both, 
I keep it in the path of growth; 
You think the Church an outworn fetter; 
Kane, keep it, till you've built a better.Read more of this...
by Masefield, John
...pitying Tear, 
The Sigh for suffering Worth, the Wish prefer'd
For Humankind, the Joy to see them bless'd,
And all the Social Off-spring of the Heart!

OH! bear me then to high, embowering, Shades;
To twilight Groves, and visionary Vales; 
To weeping Grottos, and to hoary Caves;
Where Angel-Forms are seen, and Voices heard,
Sigh'd in low Whispers, that abstract the Soul,
From outward Sense, far into Worlds remote.

NOW, when the Western Sun withdraws the Day, 
And humid ...Read more of this...
by Thomson, James
...counted people out
For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long
To get so we had no one left to live with.
For to be social is to be forgiving.
Our thief, the one who does our stealing from us,
We don't cut off from coming to church suppers,
But what we miss we go to him and ask for.
He promptly gives it back, that is if still
Uneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of.
It wouldn't do to be too hard on Brad
About his telescope. Beyond the age
Of being given one ...Read more of this...
by Frost, Robert
...n his views,For his Union reports that he paid his dues,(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)And our Social Psychology workers foundThat he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every dayAnd that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.Read more of this...
by Auden, Wystan Hugh (W H)
...be laith to rin an' chase thee,
          Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
          Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
          An' fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
          'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
          An' never miss't!
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by Burns, Robert

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