Famous Rued Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Rued poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous rued poems. These examples illustrate what a famous rued poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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Burns, Robert
...roam thro’ the forest for each idle weed;
But chiefly the nettle, so typical, shower,
For none e’er approach’d her but rued the rash deed.
We’ll sculpture the marble, we’ll measure the lay;
Here Vanity strums on her idiot lyre;
There keen Indignation shall dart on his prey,
Which spurning Contempt shall redeem from his ire....Read more of this...
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Byron, George (Lord)
...let through the night-air sang,
Too nearly, deadly aim'd to err?
'Tis thine — Abdallah's Murderer!
The father slowly rued thy hate,
The son hath found a quicker fate:
Fast from his breast the blood is bubbling,
The whiteness of the sea-foam troubling —
If aught his lips essay'd to groan,
The rushing billows choked the tone!
XXVI.
Morn slowly rolls the clouds away;
Few trophies of the fight are there:
The shouts that shook the midnight-bay
Are silent; but so...Read more of this...
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Frost, Robert
...down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued....Read more of this...
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Jonson, Ben
...C onquer'd hath both life and it ; L ife, whose grief was out of fashion I n these times. Few so have rued F ate in a brother. To conclude, F or wit, feature, and true passion, E arth, thou hast not such another.[ AJ Note: Margaret Ratcliffe was one of Queen Elizabeth's ladies-in-waiting. She wasted away from grief in November 1599, after long mourning the deaths of four of her brothers. ] Read more of this...
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Byron, George (Lord)
...let through the night-air sang,
Too nearly, deadly aim'd to err?
'Tis thine — Abdallah's Murderer!
The father slowly rued thy hate,
The son hath found a quicker fate:
Fast from his breast the blood is bubbling,
The whiteness of the sea-foam troubling —
If aught his lips essay'd to groan,
The rushing billows choked the tone!
XXVI.
Morn slowly rolls the clouds away;
Few trophies of the fight are there:
The shouts that shook the midnight-bay
Are silent; but so...Read more of this...
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Tennyson, Alfred Lord
..., Art
And Science, Caryatids, lifted up
A weight of emblem, and betwixt were valves
Of open-work in which the hunter rued
His rash intrusion, manlike, but his brows
Had sprouted, and the branches thereupon
Spread out at top, and grimly spiked the gates.
A little space was left between the horns,
Through which I clambered o'er at top with pain,
Dropt on the sward, and up the linden walks,
And, tost on thoughts that changed from hue to hue,
Now poring on the glo...Read more of this...
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