Coventry Patmore

(23 July 1823 - 26 November 1896 / Essex, England)

A London Fête - Poem by Coventry Patmore

All night fell hammers, shock on shock;
With echoes Newgate's granite clang'd:
The scaffold built, at eight o'clock
They brought the man out to be hang'd.
Then came from all the people there
A single cry, that shook the air;
Mothers held up their babes to see,
Who spread their hands, and crow'd for glee;
Here a girl from her vesture tore
A rag to wave with, and join'd the roar;
There a man, with yelling tired,
Stopp'd, and the culprit's crime inquired;
A sot, below the doom'd man dumb,
Bawl'd his health in the world to come;
These blasphemed and fought for places;
Those, half-crush'd, cast frantic faces,
To windows, where, in freedom sweet,
Others enjoy'd the wicked treat.
At last, the show's black crisis pended;
Struggles for better standings ended;
The rabble's lips no longer curst,
But stood agape with horrid thirst;
Thousands of breasts beat horrid hope;
Thousands of eyeballs, lit with hell,
Burnt one way all, to see the rope
Unslacken as the platform fell.
The rope flew tight; and then the roar
Burst forth afresh; less loud, but more
Confused and affrighting than before.
A few harsh tongues for ever led
The common din, the chaos of noises,
But ear could not catch what they said.
As when the realm of the damn'd rejoices
At winning a soul to its will,
That clatter and clangour of hateful voices
Sicken'd and stunn'd the air, until
The dangling corpse hung straight and still.
The show complete, the pleasure past,
The solid masses loosen'd fast:
A thief slunk off, with ample spoil,
To ply elsewhere his daily toil;
A baby strung its doll to a stick;
A mother praised the pretty trick;
Two children caught and hang'd a cat;
Two friends walk'd on, in lively chat;
And two, who had disputed places,
Went forth to fight, with murderous faces.


Comments about A London Fête by Coventry Patmore

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (3/8/2017 11:42:00 PM)


    Thousands of breasts beat horrid hope;
    Thousands of eyeballs, lit with hell
    The poet has portrayed a picture of horror and shocking aspects of humanity.
    A powerful poem!
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  • Amar Agarwala (3/8/2017 6:12:00 PM)


    A fascinating description of a public hanging... which was a carnival of sorts once upon a time... a morbid entertainment for the masses. (Report) Reply

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (3/8/2017 5:15:00 PM)


    A well communicated poem.
    Thanks.
    Sylva.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/8/2017 6:08:00 AM)


    The Pretty Trick! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Lantz Pierre (3/8/2017 4:33:00 AM)


    A rather full and explicit description, with all the good and bad, the swell and ebb, that must have made up the event of a public hanging. It's hard to imagine now how such things provided entertainment for a city's inhabitants, but they did. All the well-observed details add up to convey the mixed adventure it must have been. Clearly, people were no different then than they are today. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (3/8/2017 3:04:00 AM)


    a very good descriptive poem of a barbaric event that happened a long time ago? (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (3/8/2017 12:55:00 AM)


    Freedom sweet... thanks for sharing.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010



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