Her clothes are disarrayed, she hides her bosom with her arms,- The jewels are exposed, and yet she knots her garment!
"Vidyapati Bangiya Padabali Songs of the love of Radha and Krishna"
Vidyapati Thakura
She stood mute while they disarrayed her of her humble guise, and clothed her in the robes of France.
"The Scottish Chiefs"
Jane Porter
Behind the wild white flash That splits abroad the pealing thunder-crash, Over bleared fields and gardens disarrayed, Column on column comes the drenching rain.
"Alcyone"
Archibald Lampman