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Famous Dishonored Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
...but work confusion there.
His heart was cleft with pain and rage,
His cheeks they quivered, his eyes were wild,
Dishonored thus in his old age;
Dishonored by his only child,
And all his hospitality
To the insulted daughter of his friend
By more than woman's jealousy
Brought thus to a disgraceful end-
He rolled his eye with stern regard
Upon the gentle ministrel bard,
And said in tones abrupt, austere-
'Why, Bracy! dost thou loiter here?
I bade thee hence!' T...Read more of this...



by Schiller, Friedrich von
...ature's godlike repose now has forever destroyed.
Feelings polluted the voice of the deities echo no longer,
In the dishonored breast now is the oracle dumb.
Save in the silenter self, the listening soul cannot find it,
There does the mystical word watch o'er the meaning divine;
There does the searcher conjure it, descending with bosom unsullied;
There does the nature long-lost give him back wisdom again.
If thou, happy one, never hast lost the angel that guards t...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...ss dark,
From hope and heaven!

Let not the land once proud of him
Insult him now,
Nor brand with deeper shame his dim,
Dishonored brow.

But let its humbled sons, instead,
From sea to lake,
A long lament, as for the dead,
In sadness make.

Of all we loved and honored, naught
Save power remains;
A fallen angel's pride of thought,
Still strong in chains.

All else is gone; from those great eyes
The soul has fled:
When faith is lost, when honor dies,
The man is dead...Read more of this...

by Whittier, John Greenleaf
...e and heaven!

Let not the land, once proud of him,
     Insult him now,
Nor brand with deeper shame his dim,
     Dishonored brow.

But let its humbled sons, instead,
     From sea to lake,
A long lament, as for the dead,
     In sadness make.

Of all we loved and honored, nought
     Save power remains—
A fallen angel's pride of thought,
     Still strong in chains.

All else is gone; from those great eyes
     The soul has fled:
When faith is...Read more of this...

by Dickinson, Emily
...Splendors, are Menagerie --
But their Completeless Show
Will entertain the Centuries
When I, am long ago,
An Island in dishonored Grass --
Whom none but Beetles -- know....Read more of this...



by Scott, Sir Walter
...y fearful proof was rife
     With lances, that, to take his life,
     Waited but signal from a guide,
     So late dishonored and defied.
     Ever, by stealth, his eye sought round
     The vanished guardians of the ground,
     And stir'd from copse and heather deep
     Fancy saw spear and broadsword peep,
     And in the plover's shrilly strain
     The signal whistle heard again.
     Nor breathed he free till far behind
     The pass was left; for then they...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...approachable forever;
And at his heart there may have gnawed 
Sick memories of a dead faith foiled and flawed 
And long dishonored by the living death 
Assigned alike by chance 
To brutes and hierophants;
And anguish fallen on those he loved around him 
May once have dealt the last blow to confound him, 
And so have left him as death leaves a child, 
Who sees it all too near; 
And he who knows no young way to forget
May struggle to the tomb unreconciled. 
Whatever suns ma...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...ds, a barefoot fugitive. 
 My shield, perchance, may bear some noble blazons 
 Spotted with blood, defaced though not dishonored. 
 Perchance I, too, have rights, now veiled in darkness,— 
 Rights, which the heavy drapery of the scaffold 
 Now hides beneath its black and ample folds; 
 Rights which, if my intent deceive me not, 
 My sword shall one day rescue. To be brief:— 
 I have received from churlish Fortune nothing 
 But air, light, water,—Nature's general boon...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...The shadow fades, the light arrives,
And ills that were concealed are seen; 
The combs of long-defended hives 
Now drip dishonored and unclean; 
No Nazarite or Nazarene 
Compels our questioning to prove
The difference that is between 
Dead lions—or the sweet thereof. 

But not for lions, live or dead, 
Except as we are all as one, 
Is he the world’s accredited
Revealer of what we have done; 
What You and I and Anderson 
Are still to do is his reward; 
If we go back when h...Read more of this...

by Schiller, Friedrich von
...nocence leers, with looks that seek to devour,
And the fell slanderer's tooth kills with its poisonous bite.
In the dishonored bosom, thought is now venal, and love, too,
Scatters abroad to the winds, feelings once god-like and free.
All thy holy symbols, O truth, deceit has adopted,
And has e'en dared to pollute Nature's own voices so fair,
That the craving heart in the tumult of gladness discovers;
True sensations are now mute and can scarcely be heard.
Justice ...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...is father's home, 
In whose deep eyes 
Men read the welfare of the times to come, 
I am too much bereft. 
The world dishonored thou hast left. 
O truth's and nature's costly lid 
O trusted broken prophecy! 
O richest fortunes sourly crossed! 
Born for the future, to the future lost! 

The deep Heart answered, "Weepest thou? 
Worthier cause for passion wild 
If I had not taken the child. 
And deemest thou as those who pore, 
With aged eyes, short way before,-- 
Thi...Read more of this...

by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
...de dear his father's home
In whose deep eyes
Men read the welfare of the times to come;
I am too much bereft;
The world dishonored thou hast left;
O truths and natures costly lie;
O trusted, broken prophecy!
O richest fortune sourly crossed;
Born for the future, to the future lost!

The deep Heart answered, Weepest thou?
Worthier cause for passion wild,
If I had not taken the child.
And deemest thou as those who pore
With aged eyes short way before?
Think'st Beauty vanish...Read more of this...

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