{"id":2502,"date":"2025-06-03T00:03:29","date_gmt":"2025-06-02T17:03:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.english-academy.id\/blog\/?p=2502"},"modified":"2026-02-18T11:16:47","modified_gmt":"2026-02-18T04:16:47","slug":"contoh-puisi-bahasa-inggris-poem-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.english-academy.id\/blog\/contoh-puisi-bahasa-inggris-poem-poetry","title":{"rendered":"42 Contoh Puisi Bahasa Inggris dalam Berbagai Tema, Inspiratif!"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Contoh<\/p>\n

Di artikel ini, kamu bisa membaca dan menghayati puluhan contoh puisi bahasa Inggris, mulai dari karya William Shakespeare hingga John Keats.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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Media untuk melatih keterampilan <\/span>reading<\/em> dan <\/span>speaking<\/em>, plus menambah kosakata bahasa Inggris memang cukup beragam. Misalnya melalui kumpulan <\/span>cerpen<\/a><\/strong>, cerita rakyat<\/a><\/strong>, cerita fabel<\/a><\/strong>, termasuk melalui contoh puisi bahasa Inggris<\/a><\/strong>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Just info<\/em>, penulis puisi dalam bahasa Inggris cukup banyak, <\/span>loh<\/em>. Kabar baiknya, artikel ini akan merangkum berbagai tema puisi hasil karya tokoh yang berbeda-beda. Mari, baca puisi-puisinya, lalu tandai puisi mana yang paling inspiratif dan berkesan untukmu!<\/span><\/p>\n

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Contoh Puisi dalam Bahasa Inggris yang Mengharukan<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

1. To be, or not to be, that is the question<\/b> by William Shakespeare<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer<\/em>
\nThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,<\/em>
\nOr to take arms against a sea of troubles<\/em>
\nAnd by opposing end them. To die\u2014to sleep,<\/em>
\nNo more; and by a sleep to say we end<\/em>
\nThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks<\/em>
\nThat flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation<\/em>
\nDevoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;<\/em>
\nTo sleep, perchance to dream\u2014ay, there’s the rub:<\/em>
\nFor in that sleep of death what dreams may come,<\/em>
\nWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,<\/em>
\nMust give us pause\u2014there’s the respect<\/em>
\nThat makes calamity of so long life.<\/em>
\nFor who would bear the whips and scorns of time,<\/em>
\nTh’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,<\/em>
\nThe pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,<\/em>
\nThe insolence of office, and the spurns<\/em>
\nThat patient merit of th’unworthy takes,<\/em>
\nWhen he himself might his quietus make<\/em>
\nWith a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,<\/em>
\nTo grunt and sweat under a weary life,<\/em>
\nBut that the dread of something after death,<\/em>
\nThe undiscovere’d country, from whose bourn<\/em>
\nNo traveller returns, puzzles the will,<\/em>
\nAnd makes us rather bear those ills we have<\/em>
\nThan fly to others that we know not of?<\/em>
\nThus conscience doth make cowards of us all,<\/em>
\nAnd thus the native hue of resolution<\/em>
\nIs sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,<\/em>
\nAnd enterprises of great pith and moment<\/em>
\nWith this regard their currents turn awry<\/em>
\nAnd lose the name of action.<\/em><\/p>\n

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2. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Do not stand at my grave and weep<\/em>
\nI am not there. I do not sleep.<\/em>
\nI am a thousand winds that blow.<\/em>
\nI am the diamond glints on snow.<\/em>
\nI am the sunlight on ripened grain.<\/em>
\nI am the gentle autumn rain.<\/em>
\nWhen you awaken in the morning’s hush<\/em>
\nI am the swift uplifting rush<\/em>
\nOf quiet birds in circled flight.<\/em>
\nI am the soft stars that shine at night.<\/em>
\nDo not stand at my grave and cry;<\/em>
\nI am not there. I did not die.<\/em><\/p>\n

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3. The Broken Heart by John Donne<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

He is stark mad, whoever says,<\/em>
\nThat he hath been in love an hour,<\/em>
\nYet not that love so soon decays,<\/em>
\nBut that it can ten in less space devour ;<\/em>
\nWho will believe me, if I swear<\/em>
\nThat I have had the plague a year?<\/em>
\nWho would not laugh at me, if I should say<\/em>
\nI saw a flash of powder burn a day?<\/em><\/p>\n

Ah, what a trifle is a heart,<\/em>
\nIf once into love’s hands it come!<\/em>
\nAll other griefs allow a part<\/em>
\nTo other griefs, and ask themselves but some;<\/em>
\nThey come to us, but us love draws;<\/em>
\nHe swallows us and never chaws;<\/em>
\nBy him, as by chain’d shot, whole ranks do die;<\/em>
\nHe is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.<\/em><\/p>\n

If ’twere not so, what did become<\/em>
\nOf my heart when I first saw thee?<\/em>
\nI brought a heart into the room,<\/em>
\nBut from the room I carried none with me.<\/em>
\nIf it had gone to thee, I know<\/em>
\nMine would have taught thine heart to show<\/em>
\nMore pity unto me ; but Love, alas !<\/em>
\nAt one first blow did shiver it as glass.<\/em><\/p>\n

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,<\/em>
\nNor any place be empty quite;<\/em>
\nTherefore I think my breast hath all<\/em>
\nThose pieces still, though they be not unite ;<\/em>
\nAnd now, as broken glasses show<\/em>
\nA hundred lesser faces, so<\/em>
\nMy rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,<\/em>
\nBut after one such love, can love no more.<\/em><\/p>\n

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4. Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,<\/em>
\nPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,<\/em>
\nSilence the pianos and with muffled drum<\/em>
\nBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.<\/em><\/p>\n

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead<\/em>
\nScribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.<\/em>
\nPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,<\/em>
\nLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.<\/em><\/p>\n

He was my North, my South, my East and West,<\/em>
\nMy working week and my Sunday rest,<\/em>
\nMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;<\/em>
\nI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.<\/em><\/p>\n

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,<\/em>
\nPack up the moon and dismantle the sun,<\/em>
\nPour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;<\/em>
\nFor nothing now can ever come to any good.<\/em><\/p>\n

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5. When You Are Old by William Butler Yealts<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,<\/em>
\nAnd nodding by the fire, take down this book,<\/em>
\nAnd slowly read, and dream of the soft look<\/em>
\nYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;<\/em><\/p>\n

How many loved your moments of glad grace,<\/em>
\nAnd loved your beauty with love false or true,<\/em>
\nBut one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,<\/em>
\nAnd loved the sorrows of your changing face;<\/em><\/p>\n

And bending down beside the glowing bars,<\/em>
\nMurmur, a little sadly, how Love fled<\/em>
\nAnd paced upon the mountains overhead<\/em>
\nAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.<\/em><\/p>\n

Baca Juga: 15 Contoh Procedure Text Bahasa Inggris Singkat<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Contoh Puisi Acrostic dalam Bahasa Inggris<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

Puisi akrostik adalah jenis puisi di mana huruf awal dari setiap baris dapat membentuk kata atau frasa tertentu ketika dibaca secara vertikal. <\/span><\/p>\n

Di sisi lain, <\/span>acrostic<\/em> bisa juga dilihat bagaimana huruf pertama pada kata pertama di baris pertama, huruf ke dua pada kata pertama di baris kedua, huruf ketiga pada kata pertama di baris ketiga, dan seterusnya bisa menjadi sebuah kata atau frasa yang diinginkan.<\/span><\/p>\n

Coba perhatikan contoh puisi acrostic dalam bahasa Inggris di bawah ini:<\/span><\/p>\n

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6. John Keats, \u2018Acrostic: Georgiana Augusta Keats\u2019<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

G<\/strong>ive me your patience, sister, while I frame<\/em>
\nE<\/strong>xact in capitals your golden name;<\/em>
\nO<\/strong>r sue the fair Apollo and he will<\/em>
\nR<\/strong>ouse from his heavy slumber and instill<\/em>
\nG<\/strong>reat love in me for thee and Poesy.<\/em>
\nI<\/strong>magine not that greatest mastery<\/em>
\nA<\/strong>nd kingdom over all the Realms of verse,<\/em>
\nN<\/strong>ears more to heaven in aught, than when we nurse<\/em>
\nA<\/strong>nd surety give to love and Brotherhood \u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

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7. Edgar Allan Poe, \u2018An Acrostic\u2019<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

E<\/strong>lizabeth it is in vain you say<\/em>
\n\u2018L<\/strong>ove not\u2019 \u2014 thou sayest it in so sweet a way:<\/em>
\nI<\/strong>n vain those words from thee or L. E. L.<\/em>
\nZ<\/strong>antippe\u2019s talents had enforced so well:<\/em>
\nA<\/strong>h! if that language from thy heart arise,<\/em>
\nB<\/strong>reathe it less gently forth \u2014 and veil thine eyes.<\/em>
\nE<\/strong>ndymion, recollect, when Luna tried<\/em>
\nT<\/strong>o cure his love \u2014 was cured of all beside \u2014<\/em>
\nH<\/strong>is folly \u2014 pride \u2014 and passion \u2014 for he died.<\/em><\/p>\n

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8. Sir John Davies, \u2018Hymne VII: To the Rose\u2019.<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

E<\/strong>ye of the Garden, Queene of flowres,<\/em>
\nL<\/strong>ove\u2019s cup wherein he nectar powres,<\/em>
\nI<\/strong>ngendered first of nectar;<\/em>
\nS<\/strong>weet nurse-child of the Spring\u2019s young howres,<\/em>
\nA<\/strong>nd Beautie\u2019s faire character \u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

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9. London by William Blake<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

H<\/strong>ow the Chimney-sweepers cry<\/em>
\nE<\/strong>very blackning Church appalls,<\/em>
\nA<\/strong>nd the hapless Soldiers sigh<\/em>
\nR<\/strong>uns in blood down Palace walls<\/em><\/p>\n

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10. Edgar Allan Poe, \u2018A Valentine\u2019<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

F<\/strong>or her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,<\/em>
\nBr<\/strong>ightly expressive as the twins of Loeda,<\/em>
\nSha<\/strong>ll find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies<\/em>
\nUpon<\/strong> the page, enwrapped from every reader.<\/em>
\nSearc<\/strong>h narrowly the lines!\u2014they hold a treasure<\/em>
\nDivine<\/strong>\u2014a talisman\u2014an amulet<\/em>
\nThat must be worn at heart. Search well the measure\u2014<\/em>
\nThe words\u2014the syllables! Do not forget<\/em>
\nThe trivialest point, or you may lose your labor!<\/em>
\nAnd yet there is in this no Gordian knot \u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

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Contoh Puisi Tentang Kehidupan Manusia<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

11. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<\/em>
\nAnd sorry I could not travel both<\/em>
\nAnd be one traveler, long I stood<\/em>
\nAnd looked down one as far as I could<\/em>
\nTo where it bent in the undergrowth;<\/em><\/p>\n

Then took the other, as just as fair,<\/em>
\nAnd having perhaps the better claim,<\/em>
\nBecause it was grassy and wanted wear;<\/em>
\nThough as for that the passing there<\/em>
\nHad worn them really about the same,<\/em><\/p>\n

And both that morning equally lay<\/em>
\nIn leaves no step had trodden black.<\/em>
\nOh, I kept the first for another day!<\/em>
\nYet knowing how way leads on to way,<\/em>
\nI doubted if I should ever come back.<\/em><\/p>\n

I shall be telling this with a sigh<\/em>
\nSomewhere ages and ages hence:<\/em>
\nTwo roads diverged in a wood, and I\u2014<\/em>
\nI took the one less traveled by,<\/em>
\nAnd that has made all the difference.<\/em><\/p>\n

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12. \u201cHope\u201d is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

\u201cHope\u201d is the thing with feathers –<\/em>
\nThat perches in the soul –<\/em>
\nAnd sings the tune without the words –<\/em>
\nAnd never stops – at all –<\/em><\/p>\n

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –<\/em>
\nAnd sore must be the storm –<\/em>
\nThat could abash the little Bird<\/em>
\nThat kept so many warm –<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve heard it in the chillest land –<\/em>
\nAnd on the strangest Sea –<\/em>
\nYet – never – in Extremity,<\/em>
\nIt asked a crumb – of me.<\/em><\/p>\n

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13. Invictus by William Ernest Henley<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Out of the night that covers me,<\/em>
\nBlack as the pit from pole to pole,<\/em>
\nI thank whatever gods may be<\/em>
\nFor my unconquerable soul.<\/em><\/p>\n

In the fell clutch of circumstance<\/em>
\nI have not winced nor cried aloud.<\/em>
\nUnder the bludgeonings of chance<\/em>
\nMy head is bloody, but unbowed.<\/em><\/p>\n

Beyond this place of wrath and tears<\/em>
\nLooms but the Horror of the shade,<\/em>
\nAnd yet the menace of the years<\/em>
\nFinds and shall find me unafraid.<\/em><\/p>\n

It matters not how strait the gate,<\/em>
\nHow charged with punishments the scroll,<\/em>
\nI am the master of my fate,<\/em>
\nI am the captain of my soul.<\/em><\/p>\n

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14. If by Rudyard Kipling<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

If you can keep your head when all about you<\/em>
\nAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,<\/em>
\nIf you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<\/em>
\nBut make allowance for their doubting too;<\/em>
\nIf you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<\/em>
\nOr being lied about, don\u2019t deal in lies,<\/em>
\nOr being hated, don\u2019t give way to hating,<\/em>
\nAnd yet don\u2019t look too good, nor talk too wise:<\/em><\/p>\n

If you can dream\u2014and not make dreams your master;<\/em>
\nIf you can think\u2014and not make thoughts your aim;<\/em>
\nIf you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<\/em>
\nAnd treat those two impostors just the same;<\/em>
\nIf you can bear to hear the truth you\u2019ve spoken<\/em>
\nTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<\/em>
\nOr watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<\/em>
\nAnd stoop and build \u2019em up with worn-out tools:<\/em><\/p>\n

If you can make one heap of all your winnings<\/em>
\nAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<\/em>
\nAnd lose, and start again at your beginnings<\/em>
\nAnd never breathe a word about your loss;<\/em>
\nIf you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<\/em>
\nTo serve your turn long after they are gone,<\/em>
\nAnd so hold on when there is nothing in you<\/em>
\nExcept the Will which says to them: \u2018Hold on!\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<\/em>
\nOr walk with Kings\u2014nor lose the common touch,<\/em>
\nIf neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<\/em>
\nIf all men count with you, but none too much;<\/em>
\nIf you can fill the unforgiving minute<\/em>
\nWith sixty seconds\u2019 worth of distance run,<\/em>
\nYours is the Earth and everything that\u2019s in it,<\/em>
\nAnd\u2014which is more\u2014you\u2019ll be a Man, my son!<\/em><\/p>\n

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15. O Captain! My Captain! By Walt Whitman<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,<\/em>
\nThe ship has weather\u2019d every rack, the prize we sought is won,<\/em>
\nThe port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,<\/em>
\nWhile follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;<\/em>
\nBut O heart! heart! heart!<\/em>
\nO the bleeding drops of red,<\/em>
\nWhere on the deck my Captain lies,<\/em>
\nFallen cold and dead.<\/em><\/p>\n

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;<\/em>
\nRise up\u2014for you the flag is flung\u2014for you the bugle trills,<\/em>
\nFor you bouquets and ribbon\u2019d wreaths\u2014for you the shores a-crowding,<\/em>
\nFor you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;<\/em>
\nHere Captain! dear father!<\/em>
\nThis arm beneath your head!<\/em>
\nIt is some dream that on the deck,<\/em>
\nYou\u2019ve fallen cold and dead.<\/em><\/p>\n

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,<\/em>
\nMy father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,<\/em>
\nThe ship is anchor\u2019d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,<\/em>
\nFrom fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;<\/em>
\nExult O shores, and ring O bells!<\/em>
\nBut I with mournful tread,<\/em>
\nWalk the deck my Captain lies,<\/em>
\nFallen cold and dead.<\/em><\/p>\n

Baca Juga: 65 Contoh Teka Teki Logika (Riddles) Bahasa Inggris dan Jawabannya<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Contoh Puisi Tentang Nasionalisme<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

16. The Soldier by Rupert Brooke<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

If I should die, think only this of me:<\/em>
\nThat there\u2019s some corner of a foreign field<\/em>
\nThat is for ever England. There shall be<\/em>
\nIn that rich earth a richer dust concealed;<\/em>
\nA dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,<\/em>
\nGave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;<\/em>
\nA body of England\u2019s, breathing English air,<\/em>
\nWashed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.<\/em><\/p>\n

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,<\/em>
\nA pulse in the eternal mind, no less<\/em>
\nGives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;<\/em>
\nHer sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;<\/em>
\nAnd laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,<\/em>
\nIn hearts at peace, under an English heaven.<\/em><\/p>\n

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17. Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?<\/em>
\n\u2014 Only the monstrous anger of the guns.<\/em>
\nOnly the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle<\/em>
\nCan patter out their hasty orisons.<\/em>
\nNo mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;<\/em>
\nNor any voice of mourning save the choirs,\u2014<\/em>
\nThe shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;<\/em>
\nAnd bugles calling for them from sad shires.<\/em><\/p>\n

What candles may be held to speed them all?<\/em>
\nNot in the hands of boys, but in their eyes<\/em>
\nShall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.<\/em>
\nThe pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;<\/em>
\nTheir flowers the tenderness of patient minds,<\/em>
\nAnd each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.<\/em><\/p>\n

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18. Land of Hope and Glory by Arthur Christopher Benson<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned<\/em>
\nGod make thee mightier yet!<\/em>
\nOn Sov’ran brows, belov’d, renown’d,<\/em>
\nOnce more thy crown is set.<\/em>
\nThine equal laws, by freedom gained,<\/em>
\nHave ruled thee well and long;<\/em>
\nBy Freedom gained, by Truth maintain’d,<\/em>
\nThine Empire shall be strong.<\/em><\/p>\n

Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,<\/em>
\nHow shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?<\/em>
\nWider still and wider shall thy bounds be set,<\/em>
\nGod, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.<\/em>
\nGod, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.<\/em><\/p>\n

Thy fame is ancient as the days,<\/em>
\nAs Ocean large and wide;<\/em>
\nA pride that dares, and heeds not praise,<\/em>
\nA stern and silent pride.<\/em>
\nNot that false joy that dreams content<\/em>
\nWith what our sires have won;<\/em>
\nThe blood a hero sire hath spent<\/em>
\nStill nerves a hero son.<\/em><\/p>\n

Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,<\/em>
\nHow shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?<\/em>
\nWider still and wider shall thy bounds be set,<\/em>
\nGod, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.<\/em>
\nGod, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.<\/em><\/p>\n

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19. The White Man\u2019s Burden by Rudyard Kipling<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Take up the White Man’s burden\u2014<\/em>
\nSend forth the best ye breed\u2014<\/em>
\nGo bind your sons to exile<\/em>
\nTo serve your captives’ need;<\/em>
\nTo wait in heavy harness<\/em>
\nOn fluttered folk and wild\u2014<\/em>
\nYour new-caught sullen peoples,<\/em>
\nHalf devil and half child.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Take up the White Man’s burden\u2014<\/em>
\nIn patience to abide<\/em>
\nTo veil the threat of terror<\/em>
\nAnd check the show of pride;<\/em>
\nBy open speech and simple,<\/em>
\nAn hundred times made plain,<\/em>
\nTo seek another’s profit,<\/em>
\nAnd work another’s gain.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Take up the White Man’s burden\u2014<\/em>
\nThe savage wars of peace\u2014<\/em>
\nFill full the mouth of famine<\/em>
\nAnd bid the sickness cease;<\/em>
\nAnd when your goal is nearest<\/em>
\nThe end for others sought,<\/em>
\nWatch Sloth and heathen Folly<\/em>
\nBring all your hopes to nought.<\/em><\/p>\n

Take up the White Man’s burden\u2014<\/em>
\nNo tawdry rule of kings,<\/em>
\nBut toil of serf and sweeper\u2014<\/em>
\nThe tale of common things.<\/em>
\nThe ports ye shall not enter,<\/em>
\nThe roads ye shall not tread,<\/em>
\nGo make them with your living,<\/em>
\nAnd mark them with your dead!\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Take up the White Man’s burden\u2014<\/em>
\nAnd reap his old reward,<\/em>
\nThe blame of those ye better,<\/em>
\nThe hate of those ye guard\u2014<\/em>
\nThe cry of hosts ye humour<\/em>
\n(Ah slowly!) toward the light\u2014<\/em>
\n“Why brought ye us from bondage,<\/em>
\n“Our loved Egyptian night?”\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Take up the White Man’s burden\u2014<\/em>
\nYe dare not stoop to less\u2014<\/em>
\nNor call too loud on Freedom<\/em>
\nTo cloak your weariness;<\/em>
\nBy all ye cry or whisper,<\/em>
\nBy all ye leave or do,<\/em>
\nThe silent sullen peoples<\/em>
\nShall weigh your Gods and you.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Take up the White Man’s burden\u2014<\/em>
\nHave done with childish days\u2014<\/em>
\nThe lightly proffered laurel,<\/em>
\nThe easy, ungrudged praise.<\/em>
\nComes now, to search your manhood<\/em>
\nThrough all the thankless years,<\/em>
\nCold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,<\/em>
\nThe judgement of your peers.<\/em><\/p>\n

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20. The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Half a league, half a league,<\/em>
\nHalf a league onward,<\/em>
\nAll in the valley of Death<\/em>
\nRode the six hundred.<\/em>
\n\u201cForward, the Light Brigade!<\/em>
\nCharge for the guns!\u201d he said.<\/em>
\nInto the valley of Death<\/em>
\nRode the six hundred.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cForward, the Light Brigade!\u201d<\/em>
\nWas there a man dismayed?<\/em>
\nNot though the soldier knew<\/em>
\nSomeone had blundered.<\/em>
\nTheirs not to make reply,<\/em>
\nTheirs not to reason why,<\/em>
\nTheirs but to do and die.<\/em>
\nInto the valley of Death<\/em>
\nRode the six hundred.<\/em><\/p>\n

Cannon to right of them,<\/em>
\nCannon to left of them,<\/em>
\nCannon in front of them<\/em>
\nVolleyed and thundered;<\/em>
\nStormed at with shot and shell,<\/em>
\nBoldly they rode and well,<\/em>
\nInto the jaws of Death,<\/em>
\nInto the mouth of hell<\/em>
\nRode the six hundred.<\/em><\/p>\n

Flashed all their sabres bare,<\/em>
\nFlashed as they turned in air<\/em>
\nSabring the gunners there,<\/em>
\nCharging an army, while<\/em>
\nAll the world wondered.<\/em>
\nPlunged in the battery-smoke<\/em>
\nRight through the line they broke;<\/em>
\nCossack and Russian<\/em>
\nReeled from the sabre stroke<\/em>
\nShattered and sundered.<\/em>
\nThen they rode back, but not<\/em>
\nNot the six hundred.<\/em><\/p>\n

Cannon to right of them,<\/em>
\nCannon to left of them,<\/em>
\nCannon behind them<\/em>
\nVolleyed and thundered;<\/em>
\nStormed at with shot and shell,<\/em>
\nWhile horse and hero fell.<\/em>
\nThey that had fought so well<\/em>
\nCame through the jaws of Death,<\/em>
\nBack from the mouth of hell,<\/em>
\nAll that was left of them,<\/em><\/p>\n

Left of six hundred.<\/em>
\nWhen can their glory fade?<\/em>
\nO the wild charge they made!<\/em>
\nAll the world wondered.<\/em>
\nHonour the charge they made!<\/em>
\nHonour the Light Brigade,<\/em>
\nNoble six hundred!<\/em><\/p>\n

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Contoh Puisi\u00a0 Bahasa Inggris Tentang Keindahan Alam<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

21. Daffodils by William Wordsworth<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

I wandered lonely as a cloud<\/em>
\nThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,<\/em>
\nWhen all at once I saw a crowd,<\/em>
\nA host, of golden daffodils;<\/em>
\nBeside the lake, beneath the trees,<\/em>
\nFluttering and dancing in the breeze.<\/em><\/p>\n

Continuous as the stars that shine<\/em>
\nAnd twinkle on the milky way,<\/em>
\nThey stretched in never-ending line<\/em>
\nAlong the margin of a bay:<\/em>
\nTen thousand saw I at a glance,<\/em>
\nTossing their heads in sprightly dance.<\/em><\/p>\n

The waves beside them danced; but they<\/em>
\nOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:<\/em>
\nA poet could not but be gay,<\/em>
\nIn such a jocund company:<\/em>
\nI gazed\u2014and gazed\u2014but little thought<\/em>
\nWhat wealth the show to me had brought:<\/em><\/p>\n

For oft, when on my couch I lie<\/em>
\nIn vacant or in pensive mood,<\/em>
\nThey flash upon that inward eye<\/em>
\nWhich is the bliss of solitude;<\/em>
\nAnd then my heart with pleasure fills,<\/em>
\nAnd dances with the daffodils.<\/em><\/p>\n

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22. To Autumn by John Kneats<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,<\/em>
\nClose bosom-friend of the maturing sun;<\/em>
\nConspiring with him how to load and bless<\/em>
\nWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;<\/em>
\nTo bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,<\/em>
\nAnd fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;<\/em>
\nTo swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells<\/em>
\nWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,<\/em>
\nAnd still more, later flowers for the bees,<\/em>
\nUntil they think warm days will never cease,<\/em>
\nFor summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.<\/em><\/p>\n

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?<\/em>
\nSometimes whoever seeks abroad may find<\/em>
\nThee sitting careless on a granary floor,<\/em>
\nThy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;<\/em>
\nOr on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,<\/em>
\nDrows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook<\/em>
\nSpares the next swath and all its twined flowers:<\/em>
\nAnd sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep<\/em>
\nSteady thy laden head across a brook;<\/em>
\nOr by a cyder-press, with patient look,<\/em>
\nThou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.<\/em><\/p>\n

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?<\/em>
\nThink not of them, thou hast thy music too,\u2014<\/em>
\nWhile barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,<\/em>
\nAnd touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;<\/em>
\nThen in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn<\/em>
\nAmong the river sallows, borne aloft<\/em>
\nOr sinking as the light wind lives or dies;<\/em>
\nAnd full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;<\/em>
\nHedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft<\/em>
\nThe red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;<\/em>
\nAnd gathering swallows twitter in the skies.<\/em><\/p>\n

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23. The Lake Isle of Innisfree By William Butler Yeats<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,<\/em>
\nAnd a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;<\/em>
\nNine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,<\/em>
\nAnd live alone in the bee-loud glade.<\/em><\/p>\n

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,<\/em>
\nDropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;<\/em>
\nThere midnight\u2019s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,<\/em>
\nAnd evening full of the linnet\u2019s wings.<\/em><\/p>\n

I will arise and go now, for always night and day<\/em>
\nI hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;<\/em>
\nWhile I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,<\/em>
\nI hear it in the deep heart\u2019s core.<\/em><\/p>\n

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24. Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Five years have past; five summers, with the length<\/em>
\nOf five long winters! and again I hear<\/em>
\nThese waters, rolling from their mountain-springs<\/em>
\nWith a soft inland murmur.\u2014Once again<\/em>
\nDo I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,<\/em>
\nThat on a wild secluded scene impress<\/em>
\nThoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect<\/em>
\nThe landscape with the quiet of the sky.<\/em>
\nThe day is come when I again repose<\/em>
\nHere, under this dark sycamore, and view<\/em>
\nThese plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,<\/em>
\nWhich at this season, with their unripe fruits,<\/em>
\nAre clad in one green hue, and lose themselves<\/em>
\n‘Mid groves and copses. Once again I see<\/em>
\nThese hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines<\/em>
\nOf sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms,<\/em>
\nGreen to the very door; and wreaths of smoke<\/em>
\nSent up, in silence, from among the trees!<\/em>
\nWith some uncertain notice, as might seem<\/em>
\nOf vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,<\/em>
\nOr of some Hermit’s cave, where by his fire<\/em>
\nThe Hermit sits alone.<\/em><\/p>\n

These beauteous forms,<\/em>
\nThrough a long absence, have not been to me<\/em>
\nAs is a landscape to a blind man’s eye:<\/em>
\nBut oft, in lonely rooms, and ‘mid the din<\/em>
\nOf towns and cities, I have owed to them,<\/em>
\nIn hours of weariness, sensations sweet,<\/em>
\nFelt in the blood, and felt along the heart;<\/em>
\nAnd passing even into my purer mind<\/em>
\nWith tranquil restoration:\u2014feelings too<\/em>
\nOf unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,<\/em>
\nAs have no slight or trivial influence<\/em>
\nOn that best portion of a good man’s life,<\/em>
\nHis little, nameless, unremembered, acts<\/em>
\nOf kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,<\/em>
\nTo them I may have owed another gift,<\/em>
\nOf aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,<\/em>
\nIn which the burthen of the mystery,<\/em>
\nIn which the heavy and the weary weight<\/em>
\nOf all this unintelligible world,<\/em>
\nIs lightened:\u2014that serene and blessed mood<\/em>
\nIn which the affections gently lead us on,\u2014<\/em>
\nUntil, the breath of this corporeal frame<\/em>
\nAnd even the motion of our human blood<\/em>
\nAlmost suspended, we are laid asleep<\/em>
\nIn body, and become a living soul:<\/em>
\nWhile with an eye made quiet by the power<\/em>
\nOf harmony, and the deep power of joy,<\/em>
\nWe see into the life of things.<\/em><\/p>\n

If this,<\/em>
\nBe but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft\u2014<\/em>
\nIn darkness and amid the many shapes<\/em>
\nOf joyless daylight; when the fretful stir<\/em>
\nUnprofitable, and the fever of the world,<\/em>
\nHave hung upon the beatings of my heart\u2014<\/em>
\nHow oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee,<\/em>
\nO sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro’ the woods,<\/em>
\nHow often has my spirit turned to thee!<\/em><\/p>\n

And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought,<\/em>
\nWith many recognitions dim and faint,<\/em>
\nAnd somewhat of a sad perplexity,<\/em>
\nThe picture of the mind revives again:<\/em>
\nWhile here I stand, not only with the sense<\/em>
\nOf present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts<\/em>
\nThat in this moment there is life and food<\/em>
\nFor future years. And so I dare to hope,<\/em>
\nThough changed, no doubt, from what I was when first<\/em>
\nI came among these hills; when like a roe<\/em>
\nI bounded o’er the mountains, by the sides<\/em>
\nOf the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,<\/em>
\nWherever nature led: more like a man<\/em>
\nFlying from something that he dreads, than one<\/em>
\nWho sought the thing he loved. For nature then<\/em>
\n(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days<\/em>
\nAnd their glad animal movements all gone by)<\/em>
\nTo me was all in all.\u2014I cannot paint<\/em>
\nWhat then I was. The sounding cataract<\/em>
\nHaunted me like a passion: the tall rock,<\/em>
\nThe mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,<\/em>
\nTheir colours and their forms, were then to me<\/em>
\nAn appetite; a feeling and a love,<\/em>
\nThat had no need of a remoter charm,<\/em>
\nBy thought supplied, nor any interest<\/em>
\nUnborrowed from the eye.\u2014That time is past,<\/em>
\nAnd all its aching joys are now no more,<\/em>
\nAnd all its dizzy raptures. Not for this<\/em>
\nFaint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts<\/em>
\nHave followed; for such loss, I would believe,<\/em>
\nAbundant recompense. For I have learned<\/em>
\nTo look on nature, not as in the hour<\/em>
\nOf thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes<\/em>
\nThe still sad music of humanity,<\/em>
\nNor harsh nor grating, though of ample power<\/em>
\nTo chasten and subdue.\u2014And I have felt<\/em>
\nA presence that disturbs me with the joy<\/em>
\nOf elevated thoughts; a sense sublime<\/em>
\nOf something far more deeply interfused,<\/em>
\nWhose dwelling is the light of setting suns,<\/em>
\nAnd the round ocean and the living air,<\/em>
\nAnd the blue sky, and in the mind of man:<\/em>
\nA motion and a spirit, that impels<\/em>
\nAll thinking things, all objects of all thought,<\/em>
\nAnd rolls through all things. Therefore am I still<\/em>
\nA lover of the meadows and the woods<\/em>
\nAnd mountains; and of all that we behold<\/em>
\nFrom this green earth; of all the mighty world<\/em>
\nOf eye, and ear,\u2014both what they half create,<\/em>
\nAnd what perceive; well pleased to recognise<\/em>
\nIn nature and the language of the sense<\/em>
\nThe anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,<\/em>
\nThe guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul<\/em>
\nOf all my moral being.<\/em><\/p>\n

Nor perchance,<\/em>
\nIf I were not thus taught, should I the more<\/em>
\nSuffer my genial spirits to decay:<\/em>
\nFor thou art with me here upon the banks<\/em>
\nOf this fair river; thou my dearest Friend,<\/em>
\nMy dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch<\/em>
\nThe language of my former heart, and read<\/em>
\nMy former pleasures in the shooting lights<\/em>
\nOf thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while<\/em>
\nMay I behold in thee what I was once,<\/em>
\nMy dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make,<\/em>
\nKnowing that Nature never did betray<\/em>
\nThe heart that loved her; ’tis her privilege,<\/em>
\nThrough all the years of this our life, to lead<\/em>
\nFrom joy to joy: for she can so inform<\/em>
\nThe mind that is within us, so impress<\/em>
\nWith quietness and beauty, and so feed<\/em>
\nWith lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,<\/em>
\nRash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,<\/em>
\nNor greetings where no kindness is, nor all<\/em>
\nThe dreary intercourse of daily life,<\/em>
\nShall e’er prevail against us, or disturb<\/em>
\nOur cheerful faith, that all which we behold<\/em>
\nIs full of blessings. Therefore let the moon<\/em>
\nShine on thee in thy solitary walk;<\/em>
\nAnd let the misty mountain-winds be free<\/em>
\nTo blow against thee: and, in after years,<\/em>
\nWhen these wild ecstasies shall be matured<\/em>
\nInto a sober pleasure; when thy mind<\/em>
\nShall be a mansion for all lovely forms,<\/em>
\nThy memory be as a dwelling-place<\/em>
\nFor all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then,<\/em>
\nIf solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,<\/em>
\nShould be thy portion, with what healing thoughts<\/em>
\nOf tender joy wilt thou remember me,<\/em>
\nAnd these my exhortations! Nor, perchance\u2014<\/em>
\nIf I should be where I no more can hear<\/em>
\nThy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams<\/em>
\nOf past existence\u2014wilt thou then forget<\/em>
\nThat on the banks of this delightful stream<\/em>
\nWe stood together; and that I, so long<\/em>
\nA worshipper of Nature, hither came<\/em>
\nUnwearied in that service: rather say<\/em>
\nWith warmer love\u2014oh! with far deeper zeal<\/em>
\nOf holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget,<\/em>
\nThat after many wanderings, many years<\/em>
\nOf absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs,<\/em>
\nAnd this green pastoral landscape, were to me<\/em>
\nMore dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!<\/em><\/p>\n

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25. A Summer Evening Churchyard: Lechlade, Gloucestershire by Percy Bysshe Shelley<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere<\/em>
\nEach vapour that obscured the sunset’s ray;<\/em>
\nAnd pallid Evening twines its beaming hair<\/em>
\nIn duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day:<\/em>
\nSilence and Twilight, unbeloved of men,<\/em>
\nCreep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen.<\/em><\/p>\n

They breathe their spells towards the departing day,<\/em>
\nEncompassing the earth, air, stars, and sea;<\/em>
\nLight, sound, and motion own the potent sway,<\/em>
\nResponding to the charm with its own mystery.<\/em>
\nThe winds are still, or the dry church-tower grass<\/em>
\nKnows not their gentle motions as they pass.<\/em><\/p>\n

Thou too, a\u00ebreal Pile! whose pinnacles<\/em>
\nPoint from one shrine like pyramids of fire,<\/em>
\nObeyest in silence their sweet solemn spells,<\/em>
\nClothing in hues of heaven thy dim and distant spire,<\/em>
\nAround whose lessening and invisible height<\/em>
\nGather among the stars the clouds of night.<\/em><\/p>\n

The dead are sleeping in their sepulchres:<\/em>
\nAnd, mouldering as they sleep, a thrilling sound,<\/em>
\nHalf sense, half thought, among the darkness stirs,<\/em>
\nBreathed from their wormy beds all living things around,<\/em>
\nAnd mingling with the still night and mute sky<\/em>
\nIts awful hush is felt inaudibly.<\/em><\/p>\n

Thus solemnized and softened, death is mild<\/em>
\nAnd terrorless as this serenest night:<\/em>
\nHere could I hope, like some inquiring child<\/em>
\nSporting on graves, that death did hide from human sight<\/em>
\nSweet secrets, or beside its breathless sleep<\/em>
\nThat loveliest dreams perpetual watch did keep.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Contoh Puisi Pendek Bahasa Inggris tentang Kesedihan dan Kehilangan<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

Diambil dari puisi panjang berjudul \u201cIn Memoriam A.H.H\u201d by Alfred, Lord Tennyson<\/span><\/p>\n

26. I envy not in any moods\u00a0<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

I envy not in any moods<\/em>
\nThe captive void of noble rage,<\/em>
\nThe linnet born within the cage,<\/em>
\nThat never knew the summer woods:<\/em><\/p>\n

I envy not the beast that takes<\/em>
\nHis license in the field of time,<\/em>
\nUnfetter’d by the sense of crime,<\/em>
\nTo whom a conscience never wakes;<\/em><\/p>\n

Nor, what may count itself as blest,<\/em>
\nThe heart that never plighted troth<\/em>
\nBut stagnates in the weeds of sloth;<\/em>
\nNor any want-begotten rest.<\/em><\/p>\n

I hold it true, whate’er befall;<\/em>
\nI feel it, when I sorrow most;<\/em>
\n‘Tis better to have loved and lost<\/em>
\nThan never to have loved at all.<\/em><\/p>\n

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27. Dark House by which once more I stand\u00a0<\/b><\/h3>\n

Dark house, by which once more I stand<\/em>
\nHere in the long unlovely street,<\/em>
\nDoors, where my heart was used to beat<\/em>
\nSo quickly, waiting for a hand,<\/em><\/p>\n

A hand that can be clasp’d no more\u2014<\/em>
\nBehold me, for I cannot sleep<\/em>
\nAnd like a guilty thing I creep<\/em>
\nAt earliest morning to the door.<\/em><\/p>\n

He is not here; but far away<\/em>
\nThe noise of life begins again,<\/em>
\nAnd ghastly thro’ the drizzling rain<\/em>
\nOn the bald street breaks the blank day.<\/em><\/p>\n

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28. Calm is the morn without a sound<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Calm is the morn without a sound,<\/em>
\nCalm as to suit a calmer grief,<\/em>
\nAnd only thro’ the faded leaf<\/em>
\nThe chestnut pattering to the ground:\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Calm and deep peace on this high world,<\/em>
\nAnd on these dews that drench the furze,<\/em>
\nAnd all the silvery gossamers<\/em>
\nThat twinkle into green and gold:\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Calm and still light on yon great plain<\/em>
\nThat sweeps with all its autumn bowers,<\/em>
\nAnd crowded farms and lessening towers,<\/em>
\nTo mingle with the bounding main:\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Calm and deep peace in this wide air,<\/em>
\nThese leaves that redden to the fall;<\/em>
\nAnd in my heart, if calm at all,<\/em>
\nIf any calm, a calm despair:\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Calm on the seas, and silver sleep,<\/em>
\nAnd waves that sway themselves in rest,<\/em>
\nAnd dead calm in that noble breast<\/em>
\nWhich heaves but with the heaving deep.<\/em><\/p>\n

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29. Ring out, wild bells<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,<\/em>
\nThe flying cloud, the frosty light:<\/em>
\nThe year is dying in the night;<\/em>
\nRing out, wild bells, and let him die.<\/em><\/p>\n

Ring out the old, ring in the new,<\/em>
\nRing, happy bells, across the snow:<\/em>
\nThe year is going, let him go;<\/em>
\nRing out the false, ring in the true.<\/em><\/p>\n

Ring out the grief that saps the mind<\/em>
\nFor those that here we see no more;<\/em>
\nRing out the feud of rich and poor,<\/em>
\nRing in redress to all mankind.<\/em><\/p>\n

Ring out a slowly dying cause,<\/em>
\nAnd ancient forms of party strife;<\/em>
\nRing in the nobler modes of life,<\/em>
\nWith sweeter manners, purer laws.<\/em><\/p>\n

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,<\/em>
\nThe faithless coldness of the times;<\/em>
\nRing out, ring out my mournful rhymes<\/em>
\nBut ring the fuller minstrel in.<\/em><\/p>\n

Ring out false pride in place and blood,<\/em>
\nThe civic slander and the spite;<\/em>
\nRing in the love of truth and right,<\/em>
\nRing in the common love of good.<\/em><\/p>\n

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;<\/em>
\nRing out the narrowing lust of gold;<\/em>
\nRing out the thousand wars of old,<\/em>
\nRing in the thousand years of peace.<\/em><\/p>\n

Ring in the valiant man and free,<\/em>
\nThe larger heart, the kindlier hand;<\/em>
\nRing out the darkness of the land,<\/em>
\nRing in the Christ that is to be.<\/em><\/p>\n

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30. I know that this was Life<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

I know that this was Life,\u2014the track<\/em>
\nWhereon with equal feet we fared;<\/em>
\nAnd then, as now, the day prepared<\/em>
\nThe daily burden for the back.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

But this it was that made me move<\/em>
\nAs light as carrier-birds in air;<\/em>
\nI loved the weight I had to bear,<\/em>
\nBecause it needed help of Love:\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Nor could I weary, heart or limb,<\/em>
\nWhen mighty Love would cleave in twain<\/em>
\nThe lading of a single pain,<\/em>
\nAnd part it, giving half to him.<\/em><\/p>\n

Baca Juga: 15 Contoh Discussion Text Bahasa Inggris Beserta Strukturnya<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Kumpulan Puisi Bahasa Inggris Romantis<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

31. She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron (George Gordon)<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

She walks in beauty, like the night<\/em>
\nOf cloudless climes and starry skies;<\/em>
\nAnd all that\u2019s best of dark and bright<\/em>
\nMeet in her aspect and her eyes;<\/em>
\nThus mellowed to that tender light<\/em>
\nWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.<\/em><\/p>\n

One shade the more, one ray the less,<\/em>
\nHad half impaired the nameless grace<\/em>
\nWhich waves in every raven tress,<\/em>
\nOr softly lightens o\u2019er her face;<\/em>
\nWhere thoughts serenely sweet express,<\/em>
\nHow pure, how dear their dwelling-place.<\/em><\/p>\n

And on that cheek, and o\u2019er that brow,<\/em>
\nSo soft, so calm, yet eloquent,<\/em>
\nThe smiles that win, the tints that glow,<\/em>
\nBut tell of days in goodness spent,<\/em>
\nA mind at peace with all below,<\/em>
\nA heart whose love is innocent!<\/em><\/p>\n

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32. Love\u2019s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

The fountains mingle with the river<\/em>
\nAnd the rivers with the ocean,<\/em>
\nThe winds of heaven mix for ever<\/em>
\nWith a sweet emotion;<\/em>
\nNothing in the world is single;<\/em>
\nAll things by a law divine<\/em>
\nIn one spirit meet and mingle.<\/em>
\nWhy not I with thine?\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

See the mountains kiss high heaven<\/em>
\nAnd the waves clasp one another;<\/em>
\nNo sister-flower would be forgiven<\/em>
\nIf it disdained its brother;<\/em>
\nAnd the sunlight clasps the earth<\/em>
\nAnd the moonbeams kiss the sea:<\/em>
\nWhat is all this sweet work worth<\/em>
\n\u00a0If thou kiss not me?<\/em><\/p>\n

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33. Annabel Lee By Edgar Allan Poe<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

It was many and many a year ago,<\/em>
\nIn a kingdom by the sea,<\/em>
\nThat a maiden there lived whom you may know<\/em>
\nBy the name of Annabel Lee;<\/em>
\nAnd this maiden she lived with no other thought<\/em>
\nThan to love and be loved by me.<\/em><\/p>\n

I was a child and she was a child,<\/em>
\nIn this kingdom by the sea,<\/em>
\nBut we loved with a love that was more than love\u2014<\/em>
\nI and my Annabel Lee\u2014<\/em>
\nWith a love that the wing\u00e8d seraphs of Heaven<\/em>
\nCoveted her and me.<\/em><\/p>\n

And this was the reason that, long ago,<\/em>
\nIn this kingdom by the sea,<\/em>
\nA wind blew out of a cloud, chilling<\/em>
\nMy beautiful Annabel Lee;<\/em>
\nSo that her highborn kinsmen came<\/em>
\nAnd bore her away from me,<\/em>
\nTo shut her up in a sepulchre<\/em>
\nIn this kingdom by the sea.<\/em><\/p>\n

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,<\/em>
\nWent envying her and me\u2014<\/em>
\nYes!\u2014that was the reason (as all men know,<\/em>
\nIn this kingdom by the sea)<\/em>
\nThat the wind came out of the cloud by night,<\/em>
\nChilling and killing my Annabel Lee.<\/em><\/p>\n

But our love it was stronger by far than the love<\/em>
\nOf those who were older than we\u2014<\/em>
\nOf many far wiser than we\u2014<\/em>
\nAnd neither the angels in Heaven above<\/em>
\nNor the demons down under the sea<\/em>
\nCan ever dissever my soul from the soul<\/em>
\nOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;<\/em><\/p>\n

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams<\/em>
\nOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;<\/em>
\nAnd the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes<\/em>
\nOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;<\/em>
\nAnd so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side<\/em>
\nOf my darling\u2014my darling\u2014my life and my bride,<\/em>
\nIn her sepulchre there by the sea\u2014<\/em>
\nIn her tomb by the sounding sea.<\/em><\/p>\n

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34. A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

O my Luve is like a red, red rose<\/em>
\nThat\u2019s newly sprung in June;<\/em>
\nO my Luve is like the melody<\/em>
\nThat\u2019s sweetly played in tune.<\/em><\/p>\n

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,<\/em>
\nSo deep in luve am I;<\/em>
\nAnd I will luve thee still, my dear,<\/em>
\nTill a\u2019 the seas gang dry.<\/em><\/p>\n

Till a\u2019 the seas gang dry, my dear,<\/em>
\nAnd the rocks melt wi\u2019 the sun;<\/em>
\nI will love thee still, my dear,<\/em>
\nWhile the sands o\u2019 life shall run.<\/em><\/p>\n

And fare thee weel, my only luve!<\/em>
\nAnd fare thee weel awhile!<\/em>
\nAnd I will come again, my luve,<\/em>
\nThough it were ten thousand mile.<\/em><\/p>\n

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35. The Good-Morrow by John Donne<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I<\/em>
\nDid, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?<\/em>
\nBut sucked on country pleasures, childishly?<\/em>
\nOr snorted we in the Seven Sleepers\u2019 den?<\/em>
\n\u2019Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.<\/em>
\nIf ever any beauty I did see,<\/em>
\nWhich I desired, and got, \u2019twas but a dream of thee.<\/em><\/p>\n

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,<\/em>
\nWhich watch not one another out of fear;<\/em>
\nFor love, all love of other sights controls,<\/em>
\nAnd makes one little room an everywhere.<\/em>
\nLet sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,<\/em>
\nLet maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,<\/em>
\nLet us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.<\/em><\/p>\n

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,<\/em>
\nAnd true plain hearts do in the faces rest;<\/em>
\nWhere can we find two better hemispheres,<\/em>
\nWithout sharp north, without declining west?<\/em>
\nWhatever dies, was not mixed equally;<\/em>
\nIf our two loves be one, or, thou and I<\/em>
\nLove so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.<\/em><\/p>\n

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36. Wild nights – Wild nights! By Emily Dickinson<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Wild nights – Wild nights!<\/em>
\nWere I with thee<\/em>
\nWild nights should be<\/em>
\nOur luxury!<\/em><\/p>\n

Futile – the winds –<\/em>
\nTo a Heart in port –<\/em>
\nDone with the Compass –<\/em>
\nDone with the Chart!<\/em><\/p>\n

Rowing in Eden –<\/em>
\nAh – the Sea!<\/em>
\nMight I but moor – tonight –<\/em>
\nIn thee!<\/em><\/p>\n

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37. How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.<\/em>
\nI love thee to the depth and breadth and height<\/em>
\nMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight<\/em>
\nFor the ends of being and ideal grace.<\/em>
\nI love thee to the level of every day\u2019s<\/em>
\nMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.<\/em>
\nI love thee freely, as men strive for right.<\/em>
\nI love thee purely, as they turn from praise.<\/em>
\nI love thee with the passion put to use<\/em>
\nIn my old griefs, and with my childhood\u2019s faith.<\/em>
\nI love thee with a love I seemed to lose<\/em>
\nWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,<\/em>
\nSmiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,<\/em>
\nI shall but love thee better after death.<\/em><\/p>\n

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38. \u201cBright star, would I were stedfast as thou art\u201d by John Keats<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art\u2014<\/em>
\nNot in lone splendour hung aloft the night<\/em>
\nAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,<\/em>
\nLike nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,<\/em>
\nThe moving waters at their priestlike task<\/em>
\nOf pure ablution round earth’s human shores,<\/em>
\nOr gazing on the new soft-fallen mask<\/em>
\nOf snow upon the mountains and the moors\u2014<\/em>
\nNo\u2014yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,<\/em>
\nPillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,<\/em>
\nTo feel for ever its soft fall and swell,<\/em>
\nAwake for ever in a sweet unrest,<\/em>
\nStill, still to hear her tender-taken breath,<\/em>
\nAnd so live ever\u2014or else swoon to death.<\/em><\/p>\n

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39. Song: to Celia [\u201cDrink to me only with thine eyes\u201d] by Ben Jonson<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Drink to me only with thine eyes,<\/em>
\nAnd I will pledge with mine;<\/em>
\nOr leave a kiss but in the cup,<\/em>
\nAnd I\u2019ll not look for wine.<\/em>
\nThe thirst that from the soul doth rise<\/em>
\nDoth ask a drink divine;<\/em>
\nBut might I of Jove\u2019s nectar sup,<\/em>
\nI would not change for thine.<\/em><\/p>\n

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,<\/em>
\nNot so much honouring thee<\/em>
\nAs giving it a hope, that there<\/em>
\nIt could not withered be.<\/em>
\nBut thou thereon didst only breathe,<\/em>
\nAnd sent\u2019st it back to me;<\/em>
\nSince when it grows, and smells, I swear,<\/em><\/p>\n

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40. Shall I compare thee to a summer\u2019s day? by William Shakespeare<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Shall I compare thee to a summer\u2019s day?<\/em>
\nThou art more lovely and more temperate:<\/em>
\nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,<\/em>
\nAnd summer\u2019s lease hath all too short a date;<\/em>
\nSometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,<\/em>
\nAnd often is his gold complexion dimm’d;<\/em>
\nAnd every fair from fair sometime declines,<\/em>
\nBy chance or nature\u2019s changing course untrimm’d;<\/em>
\nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade,<\/em>
\nNor lose possession of that fair thou ow\u2019st;<\/em>
\nNor shall death brag thou wander\u2019st in his shade,<\/em>
\nWhen in eternal lines to time thou grow\u2019st:<\/em>
\nSo long as men can breathe or eyes can see,<\/em>
\nSo long lives this, and this gives life to thee.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Contoh Puisi Bahasa Inggris Bertema Kemarahan<\/span><\/h2>\n

41. A Poison Tree by William Blake (1794)<\/span><\/h3>\n

I was angry with my friend:<\/em>
\nI told my wrath, my wrath did end.<\/em>
\nI was angry with my foe:<\/em>
\nI told it not, my wrath did grow.<\/em><\/p>\n

And I watered it in fears,<\/em>
\nNight and morning with my tears;<\/em>
\nAnd I sunned it with smiles,<\/em>
\nAnd with soft deceitful wiles.<\/em><\/p>\n

And it grew both day and night,<\/em>
\nTill it bore an apple bright;<\/em>
\nAnd my foe beheld it shine,<\/em>
\nAnd he knew that it was mine,<\/em><\/p>\n

And into my garden stole<\/em>
\nWhen the night had veiled the pole:<\/em>
\nIn the morning glad I see<\/em>
\nMy foe outstretched beneath the tree.<\/em><\/p>\n

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42. The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats (1919)<\/span><\/h3>\n

Turning and turning in the widening gyre<\/em>
\nThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;<\/em>
\nThings fall apart; the centre cannot hold;<\/em>
\nMere anarchy is loosed upon the world,<\/em><\/p>\n

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere<\/em>
\nThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;<\/em>
\nThe best lack all conviction, while the worst<\/em>
\nAre full of passionate intensity.<\/em><\/p>\n

Surely some revelation is at hand;<\/em>
\nSurely the Second Coming is at hand.<\/em>
\nThe Second Coming! Hardly are those words out<\/em>
\nWhen a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi<\/em>
\nTroubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert<\/em>
\nA shape with lion body and the head of a man,<\/em>
\nA gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,<\/em>
\nIs moving its slow thighs, while all about it<\/em>
\nReel shadows of the indignant desert birds.<\/em>
\nThe darkness drops again; but now I know<\/em>
\nThat twenty centuries of stony sleep<\/em>
\nWere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,<\/em>
\nAnd what rough beast, its hour come round at last,<\/em>
\nSlouches towards Bethlehem to be born?<\/em><\/p>\n

]–<\/p>\n

Jadi, contoh puisi bahasa Inggris karya siapa, <\/span>nih<\/em>, yang paling kamu sukai? Siapapun itu, <\/span>hopefully<\/em> puisinya bisa jadi motivasi supaya kamu tertarik untuk coba menulis puisi sendiri ya!<\/span><\/p>\n

Tapi, kalau ingin menghasilkan <\/span>poetry<\/em> yang bagus dan penuh makna, akan lebih baik kalau kamu minta bantuan dari guru profesional di kelas English Academy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Soalnya, tulisan dan bahasa dalam puisi tentunya beda dengan bahasa yang digunakan pada karya bahasa Inggris lainnya. <\/span>Yuk<\/em>, pilih kelas bahasa Inggris yang sesuai denganmu!
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