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Famous Speech Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Whitman, Walt
...parts; 
Surrounding the noble character of mechanics and farmers, especially the young men, 
Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships—the gait they have of persons
 who
 never knew how it felt to stand in the presence of superiors, 
The freshness and candor of their physiognomy, the copiousness and decision of their
 phrenology,
The picturesque looseness of their carriage, their fierceness when wrong’d, 
The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their ...Read more of this...



by Dickinson, Emily
...Gratitude -- is not the mention
Of a Tenderness,
But its still appreciation
Out of Plumb of Speech.

When the Sea return no Answer
By the Line and Lead
Proves it there's no Sea, or rather
A remoter Bed?...Read more of this...

by Ginsberg, Allen
...adaism 
 and subsequently presented themselves on the 
 granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads 
 and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding in- 
 stantaneous lobotomy, 
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin 
 Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psycho- 
 therapy occupational therapy pingpong & 
 amnesia, 
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic 
 pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia, 
returning years later truly bald except for a...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...ectable things that may to man befall?" 

 I answered, "Art thou then that Virgil, he 
 From whom all grace of measured speech in me 
 Derived? O glorious and far-guiding star! 
 Now may the love-led studious hours and long 
 In which I learnt how rich thy wonders are, 
 Master and Author mine of Light and Song, 
 Befriend me now, who knew thy voice, that few 
 Yet hearken. All the name my work hath won 
 Is thine of right, from whom I learned. To thee, 
 Abashed, I g...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...ew vigour in his shaking frame; 
And solace sought he none from priest nor leech, 
And soon the same in movement and in speech 
As heretofore he fill'd the passing hours, 
Nor less he smiles, nor more his forehead lours 
Than these were wont; and if the coming night 
Appear'd less welcome now to Lara's sight, 
He to his marvelling vassals shew'd it not, 
Whose shuddering proved /their/ fear was less forgot. 
In trembling pairs (alone they dared not) crawl 
The astonish'd ...Read more of this...



by Milton, John
...anscend his own so far; whose radiant forms, 
Divine effulgence, whose high power, so far 
Exceeded human; and his wary speech 
Thus to the empyreal minister he framed. 
Inhabitant with God, now know I well 
Thy favour, in this honour done to Man; 
Under whose lowly roof thou hast vouchsafed 
To enter, and these earthly fruits to taste, 
Food not of Angels, yet accepted so, 
As that more willingly thou couldst not seem 
At Heaven's high feasts to have fed: yet what compar...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...r> 
Sated at length, ere long I might perceive 
Strange alteration in me, to degree 
Of reason in my inward powers; and speech 
Wanted not long; though to this shape retained. 
Thenceforth to speculations high or deep 
I turned my thoughts, and with capacious mind 
Considered all things visible in Heaven, 
Or Earth, or Middle; all things fair and good: 
But all that fair and good in thy divine 
Semblance, and in thy beauty's heavenly ray, 
United I beheld; no fair to thin...Read more of this...

by Ashbery, John
...ders
Lifting the pencil to the self-portrait.
How many people came and stayed a certain time,
Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you
Like light behind windblown fog and sand,
Filtered and influenced by it, until no part
Remains that is surely you. Those voices in the dusk
Have told you all and still the tale goes on
In the form of memories deposited in irregular
Clumps of crystals. Whose curved hand controls,
Francesco, the turning seasons and the th...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ber’d spirits;
Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect; 
Illustrious the attribute of speech—the senses—the body; 
Illustrious the passing light! Illustrious the pale reflection on the new moon in the
 western
 sky! 
Illustrious whatever I see, or hear, or touch, to the last. 

Good in all,
In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals, 
In the annual return of the seasons, 
In the hilarity of youth, 
In the strength and flush of manhood, 
In...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...in fits; 
What exclamations of women taken suddenly, who hurry home and give birth to
 babes;
What living and buried speech is always vibrating here—what howls
 restrain’d by decorum; 
Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances, rejections
 with convex lips; 
I mind them or the show or resonance of them—I come, and I depart. 

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The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready; 
The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-dr...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...hty murmurings,
Past Caerleon of the fallen kings,
Goes out to ghostly seas.

Last of a race in ruin--
He spoke the speech of the Gaels;
His kin were in holy Ireland,
Or up in the crags of Wales.

But his soul stood with his mother's folk,
That were of the rain-wrapped isle,
Where Patrick and Brandan westerly
Looked out at last on a landless sea
And the sun's last smile.

His harp was carved and cunning,
As the Celtic craftsman makes,
Graven all over with twisting...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
..., they are a lawless brood, 
But rough in form, nor mild in mood; 
With them hath found — may find — a place: 
But open speech, and ready hand, 
Obedience to their chief's command; 
A soul for every enterprise, 
That never sees with terror's eyes; 
Friendship for each, and faith to all, 
And vengeance vow'd for those who fall, 
Have made them fitting instruments 
For more than ev'n my own intents. 
And some — and I have studied all 
Distinguish'd from the vulgar rank, 
Bu...Read more of this...

by Masefield, John
...'s ways 
And teach man how to sing God's praise. 
And now I'll tell you what you teach 
In downright honest English speech. 

"You teach the ground-down starving man 
That Squire's greed's Jehovah's plan. 
You get his learning circumvented 
Lest it should make him discontented 
(Better a brutal, starving nation 
Than men with thoughts above their station), 
You let him neither read nor think, 
You goad his wretched soul to drink 
And then to jail, the drunken boor...Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...
65
Ah heavenly joy But who hath ever heard,
Who hath seen joy, or who shall ever find
Joy's language? There is neither speech nor word
Nought but itself to teach it to mankind.
Scarce in our twenty thousand painful days
We may touch something: but there lives--beyond
The best of art, or nature's kindest phase--
The hope whereof our spirit is fain and fond: 
The cause of beauty given to man's desires
Writ in the expectancy of starry skies,
The faith which gloweth in our f...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...die, he would have gasped out "Rilchiam!"


CONTENTS

Fit the First. The Landing
Fit the Second. The Bellman's Speech
Fit the Third. The Baker's Tale
Fit the Fourth. The Hunting
Fit the Fifth. The Beaver's Lesson
Fit the Sixth. The Barrister's Dream
Fit the Seventh. The Banker's Fate
Fit the Eighth. The Vanishing


Fit the First.

THE LANDING


"Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
 As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting ea...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...e might not be stent*. *stopped
So feeble were his spirits, and so low,
And changed so, that no man coulde know
His speech, neither his voice, though men it heard.
And in his gear* for all the world he far'd *behaviour 
Not only like the lovers' malady
Of Eros, but rather y-like manie* *madness
Engender'd of humours melancholic,
Before his head in his cell fantastic.
And shortly turned was all upside down,
Both habit and eke dispositioun,
Of him, this wofu...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...the dew;
     E'en the slight harebell raised its head,
     Elastic from her airy tread:
     What though upon her speech there hung
      The accents of the mountain tongue,—-
     Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear,
     The listener held his breath to hear!
     XIX.

     A chieftain's daughter seemed the maid;
     Her satin snood, her silken plaid,
     Her golden brooch, such birth betrayed.
     And seldom was a snood amid
     Such wild luxuriant ri...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...ove with might and main
To get the upper hand again. 

Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though unconscious of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each." 

He could not answer yea or nay:
He faltered "Gifts may pass away."
Yet knew not what he meant to say. 

"If that be so," she straight replied,
"Each heart with each doth coincide.
What boots it? For the world is wide." 

"The world is but a Thought," said he:
"The vast unfathomable sea
Is...Read more of this...

by Miller, Alice Duer
...
Those tones to tell, those cadences to teach! 
As song of thrushes is to other birds, 
So English voices are to other speech; 
Those pure round 'o's '—those lovely liquid 'l's' 
Ring in the ears like sound of Sabbath bells.

Yet I have loathed those voices when the sense
Of what they said seemed to me insolence,
As if the dominance of the whole nation
Lay in that clear correct enunciation.

Many years later, I remember when
One evening I overheard two men
In Claridg...Read more of this...

by Akhmatova, Anna
...re living pompously and hard
And follow bitter rituals like sun
When, flight past us, the unreasoned wind
Interrupts speech that's barely begun.

But not for anything will we change the pompous
Granite city of glory, pain and lies,
The glistening wide rivers' ice
Sunless and murky gardens, and the voice,
Though barely audible, of the Muse.



x x x

I remember you only rarely
And your fate I do not view
But the mark won't be stripped from my soul
O...Read more of this...

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