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Famous Refuge Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...thy help, thy heart is ay so free!
Thou art largess* of plein** felicity,          *liberal bestower **full
Haven and refuge of quiet and rest!
Lo! how that thieves seven  chase me!
Help, Lady bright, ere that my ship to-brest!*      *be broken to pieces

                               C.

Comfort is none, but in you, Lady dear!
For lo! my sin and my confusion,
Which ought not in thy presence to appear,
Have ta'en on me a grievous action,*                       ...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey



...e earth-wall. Pursuit was then offered
to the Swedish soldiers—the standard of Hygelac
ran forth across that field of refuge,
after the Hrethlings thronged to the enclosures. (ll. 2946-60)

“There was grey-haired Ongentheow, in a scrum of swords,
heaved to a halt, so that the tribal lord had to submit
to the doom of Eofor alone. Furiously, Wulf, son of Wonred,
struck him with his weapon, so that the blood-sweat
sprung forth from the veins by that blow
under his hair...Read more of this...
by Anonymous,
...beaming gold,
son of Waels; the worm was consumed.
He had of all heroes the highest renown
among races of men, this refuge-of-warriors,
for deeds of daring that decked his name
since the hand and heart of Heremod
grew slack in battle. He, swiftly banished
to mingle with monsters at mercy of foes,
to death was betrayed; for torrents of sorrow
had lamed him too long; a load of care
to earls and athelings all he proved.
Oft indeed, in earlier days,
for the warrior’s...Read more of this...
by Anonymous,
...eve moved on,
And after it moved others—one or two; 
For Captain Craig, before the day was done, 
Got back to the scant refuge of his bed 
And shivered into it without a curse— 
Without a murmur even. He was cold,
And old, and hungry; but the worst of it 
Was a forlorn familiar consciousness 
That he had failed again. There was a time 
When he had fancied, if worst came to worst, 
And he could do no more, that he might ask
Of whom he would. But once had been enough, 
And soon...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...d crushed. Exchanging looks 'twas Zeno cried, 
 Speaking to Joss, "Now who—who can it be?" 
 Joss stammered, "Yes, no refuge can I see; 
 The doom is on us. But oh, spectre! say 
 Who are you?" 
 
 "I'm the judge." 
 
 "Then mercy, pray." 
 The voice replied: "God guides His chosen hand 
 To be th' Avenger in your path to stand. 
 Your hour has sounded, nothing now indeed 
 Can change for you the destiny decreed, 
 Irrevocable quite. Yes, I looked on. 
 Ah! litt...Read more of this...
by Hugo, Victor



...t windows of space
Heav'n's jewel'd company circleth unapproachably-
'Twas at sunset that I, fleeing to hide my soul
in refuge of beauty from a mortal distress,
walk'd alone with the Muse in her garden of thought,
discoursing at liberty with the mazy dreams
that came wavering pertinaciously about me; as when
the small bats, issued from their hangings, flitter o'erhead
thru' the summer twilight, with thin cries to and fro
hunting in muffled flight atween the stars and flowers....Read more of this...
by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...
Came the mother Ceres down,
Seeeking in those savage regions
Her lost daughter Prosperine.
But the Goddess found no refuge,
Found no kindly welcome there,
And no temple bearing witness
To the worship of the gods.

From the fields and from the vineyards
Came no fruit to deck the feasts,
Only flesh of blood-stained victims
Smouldered on the alter-fires,
And where'er the grieving goddess
Turns her melancholy gaze,
Sunk in vilest degradation
Man his loathsomeness ...Read more of this...
by Anonymous,
...n, pursued and struck 
With Heaven's afflicting thunder, and besought 
The Deep to shelter us? This Hell then seemed 
A refuge from those wounds. Or when we lay 
Chained on the burning lake? That sure was worse. 
What if the breath that kindled those grim fires, 
Awaked, should blow them into sevenfold rage, 
And plunge us in the flames; or from above 
Should intermitted vengeance arm again 
His red right hand to plague us? What if all 
Her stores were opened, and this firmam...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...ains, 
Now land, now sea and shores with forest crowned, 
Rocks, dens, and caves! But I in none of these 
Find place or refuge; and the more I see 
Pleasures about me, so much more I feel 
Torment within me, as from the hateful siege 
Of contraries: all good to me becomes 
Bane, and in Heaven much worse would be my state. 
But neither here seek I, no nor in Heaven 
To dwell, unless by mastering Heaven's Supreme; 
Nor hope to be myself less miserable 
By what I seek, but other...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...ier, though divided 
With that bad Woman? Thus, what thou desirest, 
And what thou fearest, alike destroys all hope 
Of refuge, and concludes thee miserable 
Beyond all past example and future; 
To Satan only like both crime and doom. 
O Conscience! into what abyss of fears 
And horrours hast thou driven me; out of which 
I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged! 
Thus Adam to himself lamented loud, 
Through the still night; not now, as ere Man fell, 
Wholesome, and cool, a...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...him thence 
Unseen amid the throng: so violence 
Proceeded, and oppression, and sword-law, 
Through all the plain, and refuge none was found. 
Adam was all in tears, and to his guide 
Lamenting turned full sad; O!what are these, 
Death's ministers, not men? who thus deal death 
Inhumanly to men, and multiply 
Ten thousandfold the sin of him who slew 
His brother: for of whom such massacre 
Make they, but of their brethren; men of men 
But who was that just man, whom had not ...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...sing speech, and the familiar look
Of clothes and furniture that one forgets.
This could have been our paradise: exotic
Refuge within an exhausted world, but that wasn't
In the cards, because it couldn't have been
The point. Aping naturalness may be the first step
Toward achieving an inner calm
But it is the first step only, and often
Remains a frozen gesture of welcome etched
On the air materializing behind it,
A convention. And we have really
No time for these, except to us...Read more of this...
by Ashbery, John
...buying; 
where would we put it? Still, 

I want that staff. I used to love 
to go to the library -- the smalltown brick refuge 
of those with nothing to do, really, 
'Carnegie' chiseled on the pediment 
above columns that dwarfed an inconsequential street. 
Embarrassed to carry the same book past 
the water fountain's plaster centaurs 

up to the desk again, I'd take 
The Wonders of the World to the Reading Room 
where Art and Industry met in the mural 
on the dome. The room ...Read more of this...
by Doty, Mark
...nbsp; Such as did once the poet bless,  Who, pouring here a later ditty,  Could find no refuge from distress,  But in the milder grief of pity.   Remembrance! as we float along,  For him suspend the dashing oar,  And pray that never child of Song  May know his freezing sorrows more.  How calm! how still! the only sound,  The dripping of the oar suspended!  —T...Read more of this...
by Wordsworth, William
...telligence of heavenly things,
Unsullied by man's mortal overthrow. 

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Thus to be humbled: 'tis that ranging pride
No refuge hath; that in his castle strong
Brave reason sits beleaguer'd, who so long
Kept field, but now must starve where he doth hide;
That industry, who once the foe defied,
Lies slaughter'd in the trenches; that the throng
Of idle fancies pipe their foolish song,
Where late the puissant captains fought and died. 
Thus to be humbled: 'tis to be undone;
A for...Read more of this...
by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...That be accumbered* of our own lives, *burdened
And as thou art a rightful lord and judge,
So give us neither mercy nor refuge.
And slay me first, for sainte charity,
But slay my fellow eke as well as me.
Or slay him first; for, though thou know it lite*, *little
This is thy mortal foe, this is Arcite
That from thy land is banisht on his head,
For which he hath deserved to be dead.
For this is he that came unto thy gate
And saide, that he highte Philostrate.
Thus hath he jape...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...of fair Menteith.
     With anxious eye he wandered o'er
     Mountain and meadow, moss and moor,
     And pondered refuge from his toil,
     By far Lochard or Aberfoyle.
     But nearer was the copsewood gray
     That waved and wept on Loch Achray,
     And mingled with the pine-trees blue
     On the bold cliffs of Benvenue.
     Fresh vigor with the hope returned,
     With flying foot the heath he spurned,
     Held westward with unwearied race,
     And le...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter
...d fled the *Christianity *the Old Britons who
Of olde Britons,* dwelling in this isle; were Christians*
There was their refuge for the meanewhile.

But yet n'ere* Christian Britons so exiled, *there were
That there n'ere* some which in their privity not
Honoured Christ, and heathen folk beguiled;
And nigh the castle such there dwelled three:
And one of them was blind, and might not see,
But* it were with thilk* eyen of his mind, *except **those
With which men maye see when th...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...eir own dominions — 
(For 'tis not yet decided where they dwell, 
And I leave every man to his opinions); 
Michael took refuge in his trump — but, lo! 
His teeth were set on edge, he could not blow! 

CIV 

Saint Peter, who has hitherto been known 
For an impetuous saint, upraised his keys, 
And at the fifth line knock'd the poet down; 
Who fell like Phaeton, but more at ease, 
Into his lake, for there he did not drown; 
A different web being by the Destinies 
Woven for the L...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...t so green,--
Round about me, who now from my chamber's confinement escaping,
And from vain frivolous talk, gladly seek refuge with thee.
Through me to quicken me runs the balsamic stream of thy breezes,
While the energetical light freshens the gaze as it thirsts.
Bright o'er the blooming meadow the changeable colors are gleaming,
But the strife, full of charms, in its own grace melts away
Freely the plain receives me,--with carpet far away reaching,
Over its friendly green w...Read more of this...
by Schiller, Friedrich von

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