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Famous Aloud Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...ing depths
Ingulfed the rushing sea. The boat fled on
With unrelaxing speed.--'Vision and Love!'
The Poet cried aloud, 'I have beheld
The path of thy departure. Sleep and death
Shall not divide us long.'

The boat pursued
The windings of the cavern. Daylight shone 
At length upon that gloomy river's flow;
Now, where the fiercest war among the waves
Is calm, on the unfathomable stream
The boat moved slowly. Where the mountain, riven,
Exposed those black...Read more of this...



by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...of any fear, 
You understand—if that’s why you are smiling.” 

I said that I had not so much as whispered
The name aloud of any fear soever, 
And that I smiled at his unwonted plunge 
Into the perilous pool of Dionysus. 
“Well, if you are so easily diverted 
As that,” he said, drumming his chair again,
“You will be pleased, I think, with what is coming; 
And though there be divisions and departures, 
Imminent from now on, for your diversion 
I’ll do the best I can.Read more of this...

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...of joy to overflow.



XLIV.
About the captives welcoming warriors crowd, 
All eyes are wet, and Brewster sobs aloud.
Alas, the ravage wrought by toil and woe
On faces that were fair twelve moons ago.
Bronzed by exposure to the heat and cold, 
Still young in years, yet prematurely old, 
By insults humbled and by labor worn, 
They stand in youth's bright hour, of all youth's graces shorn.



XLV.
A scanty garment rudely made of sacks
Hangs from their l...Read more of this...

by Dickinson, Emily
...m sure
That this was all—

I never spoke—unless addressed—
And then, 'twas brief and low—
I could not bear to live—aloud—
The Racket shamed me so—

And if it had not been so far—
And any one I knew
Were going—I had often thought
How noteless—I could die—

536

The Heart asks Pleasure—first—
And then—Excuse from Pain—
And then—those little Adonynes
That deaden suffering—

And then—to go to sleep—
And then—if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The pr...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...nimbly follow whither
 They all are going.
Danae's Son, before Jove newly bow'd,
Has wept for thee, calling to Jove aloud.
Thee, gentle lady, did he disenthral:
Ye shall for ever live and love, for all
 Thy tears are flowing.--
By Daphne's fright, behold Apollo!--"

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Endymion heard not: down his steed him bore,
Prone to the green head of a misty hill.

 His first touch of the earth went nigh to kill.
"Alas!" said he, "were I but always borne
Through d...Read more of this...



by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
...in vain at the door and the windows
Stood she, and listened and looked, till, overcome by emotion,
"Gabriel!" cried she aloud with tremulous voice; but no answer
Came from the graves of the dead, nor the gloomier grave of the living.
Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father.
Smouldered the fire on the hearth, on the board was the supper untasted,
Empty and drear was each room, and haunted with phantoms of terror.
Sadly echoed her step on...Read more of this...

by Frost, Robert
...r was different from the parent seed.
It carne back vaguely at the glass one day,
As she stood saying her name over aloud,
Striking it gently across her lowered eyes
To make it go well with the way she looked.
What was it about her name? Its strangeness lay
In having too much meaning. Other names,
As Lesley, Carol, Irma, Marjorie,
Signified nothing. Rose could have a meaning,
But hadn't as it went. (She knew a Rose.)
This difference from other names it...Read more of this...

by Bryant, William Cullen
...e fields may be,
Nor mark a patch of sky— blindfold they trace,
The plains, that seem without a bush or tree,
Whistling aloud by guess, to flocks they cannot see.

The timid hare seems half its fears to lose,
Crouching and sleeping 'neath its grassy lair,
And scarcely startles, tho' the shepherd goes
Close by its home, and dogs are barking there;
The wild colt only turns around to stare
At passer by, then knaps his hide again;
And moody crows beside the road forbear
To fl...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw 
The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, 
Then when the Dragon, put to second rout, 
Came furious down to be revenged on men, 
Woe to the inhabitants on earth! that now, 
While time was, our first parents had been warned 
The coming of their secret foe, and 'scaped, 
Haply so 'scaped his mortal snare: For now 
Satan, now first inflamed with rage, came down, 
The tempter ere the accuser of ma...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...m his presence hid themselves among 
The thickest trees, both man and wife; till God, 
Approaching, thus to Adam called aloud. 
Where art thou, Adam, wont with joy to meet 
My coming seen far off? I miss thee here, 
Not pleased, thus entertained with solitude, 
Where obvious duty ere while appeared unsought: 
Or come I less conspicuous, or what change 
Absents thee, or what chance detains?--Come forth! 
He came; and with him Eve, more loth, though first 
To offend; discou...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...reath alive?
His century like a small dark cloud
Drifts far; it is an eyeless crowd,
Where the tortured trumpets scream aloud
And the dense arrows drive.

Lady, by one light only
We look from Alfred's eyes,
We know he saw athwart the wreck
The sign that hangs about your neck,
Where One more than Melchizedek
Is dead and never dies.

Therefore I bring these rhymes to you
Who brought the cross to me,
Since on you flaming without flaw
I saw the sign that Guthrum saw
When ...Read more of this...

by Masefield, John
...t my brass and shouted fire 
At doors of parson, lawyer, squire, 
at all three doors I threshed and slammed 
And yelled aloud that they were damned. 
I clodded squire's glass with turves 
Because he spring-gunned his preserves. 
Through parson's glass my nozzle swishes 
Because he stood for loaves and fishes, 
but parson's glass I spared a tittle. 
He give me a orange once when little, 
And he who gives a child a treat 
Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, 
An...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...vel he too saw, 
Returning o'er the plain that then began 
To darken under Camelot; whence the King 
Looked up, calling aloud, "Lo, there! the roofs 
Of our great hall are rolled in thunder-smoke! 
Pray Heaven, they be not smitten by the bolt." 
For dear to Arthur was that hall of ours, 
As having there so oft with all his knights 
Feasted, and as the stateliest under heaven. 

`O brother, had you known our mighty hall, 
Which Merlin built for Arthur long ago! 
For al...Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...rturned the horse,  And fast she holds her idiot boy.   And Johnny burrs, and laughs aloud,  Whether in cunning or in joy,  I cannot tell; but while he laughs,  Betty a drunken pleasure quaffs,  To hear again her idiot boy.   And now she's at the pony's tail,  And now she's at the pony's head,  On that side now, and now on this, ...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...hus agone,
He gan to look on them with eyen light*, *gentle, lenient*
And spake these same wordes *all on height.* *aloud*

"The god of love, ah! benedicite*, *bless ye him
How mighty and how great a lord is he!
Against his might there gaine* none obstacles, *avail, conquer
He may be called a god for his miracles
For he can maken at his owen guise
Of every heart, as that him list devise.
Lo here this Arcite, and this Palamon,
That quietly were out of my prison,
And mi...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...hopeless love, or glory won,
        Aroused the fearful or subdued the proud.
     At each according pause was heard aloud
        Thine ardent symphony sublime and high!
     Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bowed;
        For still the burden of thy minstrelsy
     Was Knighthood's dauntless deed, and Beauty's matchless eye.

     O, wake once more! how rude soe'er the hand
        That ventures o'er thy magic maze to stray;
     O, wake once more! though ...Read more of this...

by Herbert, George
...doth back into my bosom fly; 
Because the raging waters still are high: 
Was ever grief like mine? 

Hark how they cry aloud still, 'Crucify: 
It is not fit he live a day, ' they cry, 
Who cannot live less than eternally: 
Was ever grief like mine? 

Pilate a stranger holdeth off; but they, 
Mine own dear people, cry, 'Away, away, '
With noises confused frighting the day: 
Was ever grief like mine? 

Yet still they shout, and cry, and stop their ears, 
Putting my life among ...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...e and stones
Along the sides of his cracking bones.
But he laughed as he staggered towards the door,
And he laughed aloud as he sank on the floor.

The Coroner took the body away,
And the watches were sold that Saturday.
The Auctioneer said one could seldom buy
Such watches, and the prices were high....Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...The First Voice 


HE trilled a carol fresh and free,
He laughed aloud for very glee:
There came a breeze from off the sea: 

It passed athwart the glooming flat -
It fanned his forehead as he sat -
It lightly bore away his hat, 

All to the feet of one who stood
Like maid enchanted in a wood,
Frowning as darkly as she could. 

With huge umbrella, lank and brown,
Unerringly she pinned it down,
Right through the centre...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...had written for republics far and wide; 
And then against them bitterer than ever; 
For pantisocracy he once had cried 
Aloud, a scheme less moral than 'twas clever; 
Then grew a hearty anti-Jacobin — 
Had turn'd his coat — and would have turn'd his skin. 

XCVIII 

He had sung against all battles, and again 
In their high praise and glory; he had call'd 
Reviewing (1)'the ungentle craft,' and then 
Become as base a critic as e'er crawl'd — 
Fed, paid, and pamper'd by the...Read more of this...

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