Thomas Love Peacock

(1785 - 1866 / England)

Thomas Love Peacock Poems

1. Three Men Of Gotham 1/4/2003
2. The Monks Of St. Mark 1/3/2003
3. The Magic Bark 1/3/2003
4. Palmyra (1st Edition) 1/3/2003
5. The Sundial 1/3/2003
6. I Dug Beneath The Cypress Shade 1/3/2003
7. Palmyra (2nd Edition) 1/3/2003
8. The War Song Of Dinas Vawr 1/3/2003
9. The Flower Of Love 1/3/2003
10. Quintetto 1/3/2003
11. A Bill For The Better Promotion Of Oppression On The Sabbath Day 1/3/2003
12. A Fragment 1/3/2003
13. The Grave Of Love 1/4/2003
14. Duet 1/3/2003
15. The Tomb Of Love 1/3/2003
16. Sir Hornbook 1/3/2003
17. The War-Song Of Dinas Vawr 1/1/2004
18. Terzetto 1/3/2003
19. A Glee 1/3/2003
20. Seamen Three 1/3/2003
21. Glee -- The Ghosts 1/3/2003
22. Lines On The Death Of Julia 1/3/2003
23. The Morning Of Love 1/3/2003
24. Castles In The Air 1/3/2003
25. The Lady, The Knight, And The Friar 1/3/2003
26. The Legend Of St. Laura 1/3/2003
27. Margaret Love Peacock 1/3/2003
28. Rich & Poor; Or Saint & Sinner 1/3/2003
29. Instead Of Sitting Wrapped Up In Flannel 1/3/2003
30. Newark Abbey 1/3/2003
31. Life's Uncertain Day 1/3/2003
32. Love And Age 1/3/2003
33. Beyond The Sea 1/3/2003

Comments about Thomas Love Peacock

  • Ellie (3/5/2018 4:42:00 AM)

    Good poems but can they be limericks

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Best Poem of Thomas Love Peacock

Beyond The Sea

Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
My heart is gone, far, far from me;
And ever on its track will flee
My thoughts, my dreams, beyond the sea.

Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
The swallow wanders fast and free:
Oh, happy bird! were I like thee,
I, too, would fly beyond the sea.

Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
Are kindly hearts and social glee:
But here for me they may not be;
My heart is gone beyond the sea.

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The Flower Of Love

'Tis said the rose is Love's own flower,
Its blush so bright, its thorns so many;
And winter on its bloom has power,
But has not on its sweetness any.
For though young Love's ethereal rose
Will droop on Age's wintry bosom,
Yet still its faded leaves disclose
The fragrance of their earliest blossom.

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