A Tragic Story Poem by William Makepeace Thackeray

A Tragic Story

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There lived a sage in days of yore,
And he a handsome pigtail wore;
But wondered much and sorrowed more,
Because it hung behind him.

He mused upon this curious case,
And swore he'd change the pigtail's place,
And have it hanging at his face,
Not dangling there behind him.

Says he, 'The mystery I've found -
Says he, 'The mystery I've found!
I'll turn me round,' - he turned him round;
But still it hung behind him.

Then round and round, and out and in,
All day the puzzled sage did spin;
In vain - it mattered not a pin -
The pigtail hung behind him.

And right and left and round about,
And up and down and in and out
He turned; but still the pigtail stout
Hung steadily behind him.

And though his efforts never slack,
And though he twist and twirl, and tack,
Alas! Still faithful to his back,
The pigtail hangs behind him.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
J Wilfred holt 05 January 2019

What meaning is contained within these words?

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Paresh Chakra 14 December 2018

And right and left and round about, And up and down and in and out He turned; but still the pigtail stout Hung steadily behind him. It is a very beautiful stanga

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Shraddha 27 June 2018

Its good ...too goooòd but what is the curious case refer to.

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