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Famous Rede Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Burns, Robert
...your brow undaunting!
In ploughman phrase, “God send you speed,”
 Still daily to grow wiser;
And may ye better reck the rede,
 Then ever did th’ adviser!...Read more of this...



by Burns, Robert
...HEAR, Land o’ Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat’s;—
If there’s a hole in a’ your coats,
 I rede you tent it:
A chield’s amang you takin notes,
 And, faith, he’ll prent it:


If in your bounds ye chance to light
Upon a fine, fat fodgel wight,
O’ stature short, but genius bright,
 That’s he, mark weel;
And wow! he has an unco sleight
 O’ cauk and keel.


By some auld, houlet-haunted biggin,
Or kirk deserted by its riggin,
It’s ten to ane ye’ll f...Read more of this...

by Spenser, Edmund
...g her fair eyes' so sharp effect,
Cures all their sorrows with one sweet aspect.

In which how many wonders do they rede
To their conceit, that others never see,
Now of her smiles, with which their souls they feed,
Like gods with nectar in their banquets free;
Now of her looks, which like to cordials be;
But when her words' embássade forth she sends,
Lord, how sweet music that unto them lends.

Sometimes upon her forehead they behold
A thousand graces masking in delig...Read more of this...

by Spenser, Edmund
...g her fair eyes' so sharp effect,
Cures all their sorrows with one sweet aspect.

In which how many wonders do they rede
To their conceit, that others never see,
Now of her smiles, with which their souls they feed,
Like gods with nectar in their banquets free;
Now of her looks, which like to cordials be;
But when her words' embássade forth she sends,
Lord, how sweet music that unto them lends.

Sometimes upon her forehead they behold
A thousand graces masking in delig...Read more of this...

by Chatterton, Thomas
..., 
Pure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde. 

I. 

Rycharde of Lyons harte to fyghte is gon, 
Uponne the brede sea doe the banners gleme, 
The amenused nationnes be aston, 
To ken syke large a flete, syke fyne, syke breme, 
The barkis heafods coupe the lymed streme; 
Oundes synkeynge oundes upon the hard ake riese; 
The water slughornes ayre, and reche the skies. 
Sprytes of the bleste, on gouldyn trones astedde, 
Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hed...Read more of this...



by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...he heredmen in halle, the hyygh and the loyghe.
The renk on his rouncŽ hym ruched in his sadel,
And runischly his rede yyghen he reled aboute,
Bende his bresed broyghez, blycande grene,
Wayued his berde for to wayte quo-so wolde ryse.
When non wolde kepe hym with carp he coyghed ful hyyghe,
Ande rimed hym ful richly, and ryyght hym to speke:
"What, is this Arthures hous," quoth the hathel thenne,
"That al the rous rennes of thurygh ryalmes so mony?
Where is n...Read more of this...

by Stevenson, Robert Louis
...WOULDST thou be free? I think it not, indeed;
But if thou wouldst, attend this simple rede:
When quite contented }thou canst dine at home
Thou shall be free when }
And drink a small wine of the march of Rome;
When thou canst see unmoved thy neighbour's plate,
And wear my threadbare toga in the gate;
When thou hast learned to love a small abode,
And not to choose a mistress A LA MODE:
When thus contained and bridled thou shalt be,
Then, Maximu...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...io s'unio.
 L? si vedr? ci? che tenem per fede,
non dimostrato, ma fia per s? noto
a guisa del ver primo che l'uom crede.
 Io rispuosi: «Madonna, s? devoto
com'esser posso pi?, ringrazio lui
lo qual dal mortal mondo m'ha remoto.
 Ma ditemi: che son li segni bui
di questo corpo, che l? giuso in terra
fan di Cain favoleggiare altrui?».
 Ella sorrise alquanto, e poi «S'elli erra
l'oppinion», mi disse, «d'i mortali
dove chiave di senso non diserra,
 certo non ti d...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...la fronte
ver' noi, dicendo a noi: «Se voi sapete,
mostratene la via di gire al monte».
 E Virgilio rispuose: «Voi credete
forse che siamo esperti d'esto loco;
ma noi siam peregrin come voi siete.
 Dianzi venimmo, innanzi a voi un poco,
per altra via, che fu sì aspra e forte,
che lo salire omai ne parrà gioco».
 L'anime, che si fuor di me accorte,
per lo spirare, ch'i' era ancor vivo,
maravigliando diventaro smorte.
 E come a messagger che porta ulivo
tragge l...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...ar,
Come, where thee needeth not of me to lear.* *learn
For thou shalt by thine own experience
*Conne in a chair to rede of this sentence,* *learn to understand
Better than Virgil, while he was alive, what I have said*
Or Dante also.  Now let us ride blive,* *briskly
For I will holde company with thee,
Till it be so that thou forsake me."
"Nay," quoth this Sompnour, "that shall ne'er betide.
I am a yeoman, that is known full wide;
My trothe will I hold, as...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...
In danger had he at his owen guise
The younge girles of the diocese, 
And knew their counsel, and was of their rede*. *counsel
A garland had he set upon his head,
As great as it were for an alestake*: *The post of an alehouse sign
A buckler had he made him of a cake.

With him there rode a gentle PARDONERE 
Of Ronceval, his friend and his compere,
That straight was comen from the court of Rome.
Full loud he sang, "Come hither, love, to me"
This Sompno...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...,
And he were caught, it was accorded thus,
That with a sword he shoulde lose his head;
There was none other remedy nor rede*. *counsel
But took his leave, and homeward he him sped;
Let him beware, his necke lieth *to wed*. *in pledge*

How great a sorrow suff'reth now Arcite!
The death he feeleth through his hearte smite;
He weepeth, waileth, crieth piteously;
To slay himself he waiteth privily.
He said; "Alas the day that I was born!
Now is my prison worse than ...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...ith eye.

"Alas! unto the barbarous nation
I must anon, since that it is your will:
But Christ, that starf* for our redemption, *died
So give me grace his hestes* to fulfil. *commands
I, wretched woman, *no force though I spill!* *no matter though
Women are born to thraldom and penance, I perish*
And to be under mannes governance."

I trow at Troy when Pyrrhus brake the wall,
Or Ilion burnt, or Thebes the city,
Nor at Rome for the harm through Hannibal,
That Roman...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...aid; "Is there no remedy in this case?"
"Why, yes, for God," quoth Hendy Nicholas;
"If thou wilt worken after *lore and rede*; *learning and advice*
Thou may'st not worken after thine own head.
For thus saith Solomon, that was full true:
Work all by counsel, and thou shalt not rue*. *repent
And if thou worke wilt by good counseil,
I undertake, withoute mast or sail,
Yet shall I save her, and thee, and me.
Hast thou not heard how saved was Noe,
When that our Lord h...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...e as he should dey,* *die
The knight came, which men weened* had been dead *thought
Then thoughte they it was the beste rede* *counsel
To lead them both unto the judge again.
They saide, 'Lord, the knight hath not y-slain
His fellow; here he standeth whole alive.'
'Ye shall be dead,' quoth he, 'so may I thrive,
That is to say, both one, and two, and three.'
And to the firste knight right thus spake he:
'I damned thee, thou must algate* be dead: *at all events
And ...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...ly 
He stal anoon; and they, in curteys wyse,
Hym deden bothe worship and servyse,
In trust that he hath conning hem to rede
In every peril which that is to drede.

The noyse up roos, whan it was first aspyed, 
Thorugh al the toun, and generally was spoken,
That Calkas traytor fled was, and allyed
With hem of Grece; and casten to ben wroken
On him that falsly hadde his feith so broken;
And seyden, he and al his kin at ones 
Ben worthy for to brennen, fel and bones.

N...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...br>


Incipit Liber Secundus.

In May, that moder is of monthes glade, 
That fresshe floures, blewe, and whyte, and rede,
Ben quike agayn, that winter dede made,
And ful of bawme is fleting every mede;
Whan Phebus doth his brighte bemes sprede
Right in the whyte Bole, it so bitidde 
As I shal singe, on Mayes day the thridde,

That Pandarus, for al his wyse speche,
Felt eek his part of loves shottes kene,
That, coude he never so wel of loving preche,
It made his hewe a-day...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...e fierse Mars apeysen of his ire,
And, as yow list, ye maken hertes digne;
Algates, hem that ye wol sette a-fyre,
They dreden shame, and vices they resigne; 
Ye do hem corteys be, fresshe and benigne,
And hye or lowe, after a wight entendeth;
The Ioyes that he hath, your might him sendeth.

Ye holden regne and hous in unitee;
Ye soothfast cause of frendship been also; 
Ye knowe al thilke covered qualitee
Of thinges which that folk on wondren so,
Whan they can not construe...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...ette up Diomede;
For which right now myn herte ginneth blede,
And now my penne, allas! With which I wryte,
Quaketh for drede of that I moot endyte.

For how Criseyde Troilus forsook, 
Or at the leste, how that she was unkinde,
Mot hennes-forth ben matere of my book,
As wryten folk through which it is in minde.
Allas! That they sholde ever cause finde
To speke hir harm; and if they on hir lye, 
Y-wis, hem-self sholde han the vilanye.

O ye Herines, Nightes doughtre...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...
Criseyde un-to the Grekes ost to lede,
For sorwe of which she felt hir herte blede,
As she that niste what was best to rede.
And trewely, as men in bokes rede,
Men wiste never womman han the care, 
Ne was so looth out of a toun to fare.

This Troilus, with-outen reed or lore,
As man that hath his Ioyes eek forlore,
Was waytinge on his lady ever-more
As she that was the soothfast crop and more 
Of al his lust, or Ioyes here-tofore.
But Troilus, now farewel al thy ...Read more of this...

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