Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657 / London / England)

A Mock Song - Poem by Richard Lovelace

I.
Now Whitehall's in the grave,
And our head is our slave,
The bright pearl in his close shell of oyster;
Now the miter is lost,
The proud Praelates, too, crost,
And all Rome's confin'd to a cloister.
He, that Tarquin was styl'd,
Our white land's exil'd,
Yea, undefil'd;
Not a court ape's left to confute us;
Then let your voyces rise high,
As your colours did flye,
And flour'shing cry:
Long live the brave Oliver-Brutus.

II.
Now the sun is unarm'd,
And the moon by us charm'd,
All the stars dissolv'd to a jelly;
Now the thighs of the Crown
And the arms are lopp'd down,
And the body is all but a belly.
Let the Commons go on,
The town is our own,
We'l rule alone:
For the Knights have yielded their spent-gorge;
And an order is tane
With HONY SOIT profane,
Shout forth amain:
For our Dragon hath vanquish'd the St. George.


Comments about A Mock Song by Richard Lovelace

  • Autumn Rain (8/10/2018 9:40:00 PM)


    A poem that sings from earlier times. (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/10/2018 6:35:00 PM)


    A poem with touching expression. Beautifully penned. (Report) Reply

  • Lungelo S Mbuyazi (8/10/2018 3:23:00 AM)


    The beauty of the nicely chosen words makes this poem enjoyable to read.... (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/10/2018 2:49:00 AM)


    And the body is all but a belly! !

    Thanks for sharing.
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  • Petals Azureblue (8/10/2018 2:32:00 AM)


    It feels like a time to loot a time of havoc and lawlessness has overtaken the land

    Now the sun is unarm'd,
    And the moon by us charm'd,
    All the stars dissolv'd to a jelly;
    Now the thighs of the Crown
    And the arms are lopp'd down,
    And the body is all but a belly.

    A well crafted song of victory mocked.
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  • Fredrick Nemes (8/10/2018 1:52:00 AM)


    let them sing our victorious,
    If not them then mountains will,
    If not even rivers will rejoice,
    For we are victors.
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  • Mahtab Bangalee (8/10/2018 1:13:00 AM)


    greatly written-

    Let the Commons go on,
    The town is our own,
    We'l rule alone:
    (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (8/10/2017 6:42:00 PM)


    Such a great and interesting poem..... (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (8/10/2017 3:32:00 PM)


    Read Seamus' informative remark. You don't want to know the thoughts that went through my head while reading this nut at one point I was thinking he was a dirty old man. (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O Brian (8/10/2017 10:08:00 AM)


    A bitingly sardonic commentary on contemporary politics, from a poet deeply and personally enmeshed in the politics of a very turbulent time, a time when even publishing a poem could land one in prison. This piece graphically portrays his loyalty to the throne against all thought of a replacement, and God forbid, the thought of common folk ruling themselves. (Report) Reply

    Susan Williams (8/10/2017 3:30:00 PM)

    Thank you very much for the enlightenment, Seamus

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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