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Famous Slaked Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Service, Robert William
...ds, like baited bull at bay,
And flouts the Boers, that mad Majuba day.

He sees again the murderous Soudan,
 Blood-slaked and rapine-swept. He seems to stand
Upon the gory plain of Omdurman.
 Then Magersfontein, and supreme command
 Over his Highlanders. To shake his hand
A King is proud, and princes call him friend.
And glory crowns his life -- and now the end,

The awful end. His eyes are dark with doom;
 He hears the shrapnel shrieking overhead;
He...Read more of this...



by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...ouned at his steuen and stonstil seten
In a swoghe sylence thurygh the sale riche;

As al were slypped vpon slepe so slaked hor lotez
in hyyghe--
I deme hit not al for doute,
Bot sum for cortaysye--
Bot let hym that al schulde loute
Cast vnto that wyyghe.
Thenn Arthour bifore the hiygh dece that auenture byholdez,
And rekenly hym reuerenced, for rad was he neuer,
And sayde, "Wyyghe, welcum iwys to this place,
The hede of this ostel Arthour I hat;
Liyght lufly...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...: 
He fell, the forest prowler's prey; 
But thou must eat thy heart away! 

VII 
The Roman, when his burning heart 
Was slaked with blood of Rome, 
Threw down the dagger -- dared depart, 
In savage grandeur, home -- 
He dared depart in utter scorn 
Of men that such a yoke had borne, 
Yet left him such a doom! 
His only glory was that hour 
Of self-upheld abandon'd power. 

VIII 
The Spaniard, when the lust of sway 
Had lost its quickening spell, 
Cast crowns for rosaries ...Read more of this...

by Matthew, John
...Yesterday a passing, transient shower,
Slaked my thirst so gently, softly,
Showers in March are unheard —
In this arid part of the world.

They say the world is dying, I know,
I remember how you said love died,
It was a passing shower, a fancy,
That left you cold and shivering.

This distance, these wired networks,
Couldn’t bring your love to you,
You became strangers, distances apart,
Th...Read more of this...

by Arnold, Matthew
...uksh! bear Rustrum well!--but I
Have never known my grandsire's furrow'd face,
Nor seen his lofty house in Seistan,
Nor slaked my thirst at the clear Helmund stream;
But lodged among my father's foes, and seen
Afrasiab's cities only, Samarcand,
Bokhara, and lone Khiva in the waste,
And the black Toorkmun tents; and only drunk
The desert rivers, Moorghab and Tejend,
Kohik, and where the Kalmuks feed their sheep,
The northern Sir; and this great Oxus stream,
The yellow Oxus, by...Read more of this...



by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...one 
Before us, and against the chapel door 
Laid lance, and entered, and we knelt in prayer. 
And there the hermit slaked my burning thirst, 
And at the sacring of the mass I saw 
The holy elements alone; but he, 
"Saw ye no more? I, Galahad, saw the Grail, 
The Holy Grail, descend upon the shrine: 
I saw the fiery face as of a child 
That smote itself into the bread, and went; 
And hither am I come; and never yet 
Hath what thy sister taught me first to see, 
This Holy ...Read more of this...

by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...long, with the unleavened bread
And bitter herbs of exile and its fears,
The wasting famine of the heart they fed,
And slaked its thirst with marah of their tears.

Anathema maranatha! was the cry
That rang from town to town, from street to street:
At every gate the accursed Mordecai
Was mocked and jeered, and spurned by Christian feet.

Pride and humiliation hand in hand
Walked with them through the world where'er they went;
Trampled and beaten were they as the sand...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...en they wind,
     And in the Lowland leave behind,
     Where once some pleasant hamlet stood,
     A mass of ashes slaked with blood.
     The hand that for my father fought
     I honor, as his daughter ought;
     But can I clasp it reeking red
     From peasants slaughtered in their shed?
     No! wildly while his virtues gleam,
     They make his passions darker seem,
     And flash along his spirit high,
     Like lightning o'er the midnight sky.
     While...Read more of this...

by Sassoon, Siegfried
...tions are the blaze of noon 
On silent woods, where glory burns the leaves.
I have shared breathless vigils; I have slaked 
The thirst of my desires in bounteous rain 
Pouring and splashing downward through the dark. 
Loud storm has roused me with its winking glare, 
And voice of doom that crackles overhead. 
I have been tired and watchful, craving rest, 
Till the slow-footed hours have touched my brows 
And laid me on the breast of sundering sleep.’ 

III

I ...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...ir pups aland,
The great man-seal haul out of the sea, a-roaring, band by band;
And when the first September gales have slaked their rutting-wrath,
The great man-seal haul back to the sea and no man knows their path.
Then dark they lie and stark they lie -- rookery, dune, and floe,
And the Northern Lights come down o' nights to dance with the houseless snow;
And God Who clears the grounding berg and steers the grinding floe,
He hears the cry of the little kit-fox and the ...Read more of this...

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