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Famous Rioted Poems by Famous Poets

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

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...egionaries
Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,
Far in the East Boadicea, standing loftily charioted,
Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility,
Girt by half the tribes of Britain, near the colony Camulodune,
Yell'd and shriek'd between her daughters o'er a wild confederacy. 

`They that scorn the tribes and call us Britain's barbarous populaces,
Did they hear me, would they listen, did they pity me supplicating?
Shall I heed them...Read more of this...
by Tennyson, Alfred Lord



...n, by tower,
There was feasting with revelling, there was sleep with dreams,
Until thine hour.

And they slept and they rioted on their rose-hung beds,
With mouths on flame,
And with love-locks vine-chapleted, and with rose-crowned heads
And robes of shame.

And they knew not their forefathers, nor the hills and streams
And words of power,
Nor the gods that were good to them, but with songs and dreams
Filled up their hour.

By the rivers of Italy, by the dry streams' beds,
Wh...Read more of this...
by Swinburne, Algernon Charles
...eft her weak, 
She look's at her children with ghastly eyes, 
And faintly struggled to speak. 

'All kind of sin have I rioted in, 
And the judgement now must be, 
But I secured my children's souls, 
Oh! pray, my children, for me! 

'I have 'nointed myself with infant's fat, 
The fiends have been my slaves, 
From sleeping babes I have suck'd the breath, 
And breaking by charms the sleep of death, 
I have call'd the dead from their graves. 

'And the Devil will fetch me now in...Read more of this...
by Southey, Robert
...Why do you dig like long-clawed scavengers 
To touch the covered corpse of him that fled 
The uplands for the fens, and rioted 
Like a sick satyr with doom’s worshippers? 
Come! let the grass grow there; and leave his verse
To tell the story of the life he led. 
Let the man go: let the dead flesh be dead, 
And let the worms be its biographers. 

Song sloughs away the sin to find redress 
In art’s complete remembrance: nothing clings
For long but laurel to the stricken brow 
T...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington

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