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Famous Shouting Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whitman, Walt
 northward early in the spring; 
The country boy at the close of the day, driving the herd of cows, and shouting to them as
 loiter to browse by the road-side; 
The city wharf—Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Charleston, New Orleans, San
The departing ships, when the sailors heave at the capstan;
—Evening—me in my room—the setting sun, 
The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the swarm of flies, suspended,
 in th...Read More

by García Lorca, Federico
The moon is climbing through the sky
with the child by the hand.

They are crying in the forge,
all the gypsies, shouting, crying.
The air is veiwing all, views all.
The air is at the viewing....Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...Mounted in arms, threw up their caps and cried, 
'God bless the King, and all his fellowship!' 
And on through lanes of shouting Gareth rode 
Down the slope street, and past without the gate. 

So Gareth past with joy; but as the cur 
Pluckt from the cur he fights with, ere his cause 
Be cooled by fighting, follows, being named, 
His owner, but remembers all, and growls 
Remembering, so Sir Kay beside the door 
Muttered in scorn of Gareth whom he used 
To harry and hustle...Read More

by Tebb, Barry
...r in the room, though

Every day she was impossible in a new way,

Stamping her foot like a naughty Enid Blyton child,

Shouting "Poets don’t do arithmetic!"

Or drawing caricatures of me in her book.

Then there were the ‘moments of vision’, her eyes

Dissolving the blank walls and made-up faces,

Genius painfully going through her paces,

The skull she drew, the withered chrysanthemum

And scarlet rose, ‘Descensus averno’, like Virgil,

I supposed.

Now three years ...Read More

by Brautigan, Richard
...minutes later he saw all sorts of lights go on at

another campsite down along the creek. He heard a distant

voice shouting, "The answer is no ! You already woke up the

kids. They have to have their rest. We're going on a four-

mile hike tomorrow up to Fish Konk Lake. Try someplace

else. "...Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
   The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
   An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
   On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
   Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Na...Read More

by Whitman, Walt covers, to signify me with stretch’d arms, and resume the way;
Onward we move! a gay gang of blackguards! with mirth-shouting music, and wild-flapping
 pennants of

I am the actor, the actress, the voter, the politician; 
The emigrant and the exile, the criminal that stood in the box, 
He who has been famous, and he who shall be famous after to-day, 
The stammerer, the well-form’d person, the wasted or feeble person.

I am she who adorn’d herself and folded ...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...and windows rattling.
No step though. If she’s there she’s sitting down.”

“Shout, she may hear you.”

“Shouting is no good.”

“Keep speaking then.”

“Hello. Hello. Hello.
You don’t suppose—? She wouldn’t go out doors?”

“I’m half afraid that’s just what she might do.”

“And leave the children?”

“Wait and call again.
You can’t hear whether she has left the door
Wide open and the wind’s blown out the lamp
And the fire’s died and the...Read More

by Lanier, Sidney
...g ballads of the modern heart.
Thine ears hear deeper than thine eyes can see.
Voice of the monstrous mill, the shouting mart,
Not less of airy cloud and wave and tree,
Thou, thou, if even to thyself unknown,
Hast power to say the Time in terms of tone."


VII. A Song of Love.

"Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?

"Sweet eyes that smiled,
Now wet and wild;
O Eye and Tear -- mother and child.

"Well: Love...Read More

by Chesterton, G K
...his heavy sword.

Up on the shrill sea-downs and up
Went Alfred all alone,
Turning but once e'er the door was shut,
Shouting to Eldred over his butt,
That he bring all spears to the woodman's hut
Hewn under Egbert's Stone.

And he turned his back and broke the fern,
And fought the moths of dusk,
And went on his way for other friends
Friends fallen of all the wide world's ends,
From Rome that wrath and pardon sends
And the grey tribes on Usk.

He saw gigantic track...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
...they two were alone.

Part Fourth
Frau Altgelt waited in the chilly street,
Hustled by lackeys who ran up and down
Shouting their coachmen's names; forced to retreat
A pace or two by lurching chairmen; thrown
Rudely aside by linkboys; boldly shown
The ogling rapture in two bleary eyes
Thrust close to hers in most unpleasant wise.
Escaping these, she hit a liveried arm,
Was sworn at by this glittering gentleman
And ordered off. However, no great harm
Came to her.<...Read More

by Goldsmith, Oliver
...w wide the limits stand
Between a splendid and a happy land.
Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore,
And shouting Folly hails them from her shore;
Hoards even beyond the miser's wish abound,
And rich men flock from all the world around.
Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name
That leaves our useful products still the same.
Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride
Takes up a space that many poor supplied;
Space for his lake, his park's...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...from this vision, overthrew 
So many knights that all the people cried, 
And almost burst the barriers in their heat, 
Shouting, "Sir Galahad and Sir Percivale!" 

`But when the next day brake from under ground-- 
O brother, had you known our Camelot, 
Built by old kings, age after age, so old 
The King himself had fears that it would fall, 
So strange, and rich, and dim; for where the roofs 
Tottered toward each other in the sky, 
Met foreheads all along the street of those...Read More

by Aiken, Conrad
...eam that will not stay.

Down long broad flights of lamplit stairs we flow;
Noisy, in scattered waves, crowding and shouting;
In broken slow cascades.
The gardens extend before us . . . We spread out swiftly;
Trees are above us, and darkness. The canyon fades . . .

And we recall, with a gleaming stab of sadness,
Vaguely and incoherently, some dream
Of a world we came from, a world of sun-blue hills . . .
A black wood whispers a...Read More

by Carroll, Lewis
...cited at last,
Went bounding along on the tip of its tail,
 For the daylight was nearly past.

"There is Thingumbob shouting!" the Bellman said,
 "He is shouting like mad, only hark!
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
 He has certainly found a Snark!"

They gazed in delight, while the Butcher exclaimed
 "He was always a desperate wag!"
They beheld him--their Baker--their hero unnamed--
 On the top of a neighbouring crag,

Erect and sublime, for one moment of ...Read More

by Wordsworth, William
... You hear it now if e'er you can.   The owlets through the long blue night  Are shouting to each other still:  Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob,  They lengthen out the tremulous sob,  That echoes far from hill to hill.   Poor Betty now has lost all hope,  Her thoughts are bent on deadly sin;  A green-grown pond she just has pass'd, &nbs...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter
...unds shall none be near,
     Guards nor warders challenge here,
     Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing,
     Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.'

     She paused,—then, blushing, led the lay,
     To grace the stranger of the day.
     Her mellow notes awhile  prolong
     The cadence of the flowing song,
     Till to her lips in measured frame
     The minstrel verse spontaneous came.

     Song Continued.

     'Huntsman, rest! thy chas...Read More

by Tebb, Barry

Meaning “Don’t encourage the Pakis, there are too many already.”

Like thunder the row erupted, a streetful of shouting, my voice the loudest,

The yesses had it, the children remained, our last real garden.


in memory of Emily Bronte


Besieged, beaten and bruised

I had proved my oracle lied

There was no peace in poetry and flight.

Yet as I sat and watched the night

Gather in the shallows of heather

I remembered the steep stone streets,

The ...Read More

by Walcott, Derek
...s mist.

Next we pass slave ships. Flags of all nations,
our fathers below deck too deep, I suppose,
to hear us shouting. So we stop shouting. Who knows
who his grandfather is, much less his name?
Tomorrow our landfall will be the Barbados.

6 The Sailor Sings Back to the

You see them on the low hills of Barbados
bracing like windbreaks, needles for hurricanes,
trailing, like masts, the cirrus of torn sails;
when I was green like them, I used...Read More

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were wa...Read More

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