William Makepeace Thackeray

(1811-1863 / India)

William Makepeace Thackeray Poems

1. Roger-Bontemps 4/7/2010
2. The Almack’s Adieu 4/7/2010
3. Ronsard To His Mistress 4/7/2010
4. The Caique 4/7/2010
5. Song Of The Violet 4/7/2010
6. Serenade 4/7/2010
7. When The Gloom Is On The Glen 4/7/2010
8. To Mary 4/7/2010
9. Requiescat 4/7/2010
10. The Battle Of Limerick 4/7/2010
11. The White Squall 4/7/2010
12. Piscator And Piscatrix 4/7/2010
13. At The Zoo 1/19/2015
14. The Sorows Of Werther 4/7/2010
15. Wapping Old Stairs 4/7/2010
16. Titmarsh’s Carmen Lilliense 4/7/2010
17. The Chaplet 4/7/2010
18. The Willow-Tree (Another Version) 4/7/2010
19. The Wolfe New Ballad Of Jane Roney And Mary Brown 4/7/2010
20. The Chronicle Of The Drum 4/7/2010
21. Mrs. Katherine’s Lantern 4/7/2010
22. The King Of Brentford’s Testament 4/7/2010
23. The Lamentable Ballad Of The Foundling Of Shoreditch 4/7/2010
24. The Speculators 4/7/2010
25. The Three Christmas Waits 4/7/2010
26. When Moonlike Ore The Hazure Seas 4/7/2010
27. The Pimlico Pavilion 4/7/2010
28. The Knight And The Lady 4/7/2010
29. The Mayfair Love-Song 4/7/2010
30. Lucy’s Birthday 4/7/2010
31. Molony’s Lament 4/7/2010
32. The Knightly Guerdon 4/7/2010
33. The King Of Brentford 4/7/2010
34. The Last Irish Grievance 4/7/2010
35. The Merry Bard 4/7/2010
36. The Willow-Tree 4/7/2010
37. The Last Of May 4/7/2010
38. The Last Of May 4/7/2010
39. The Legend Of St. Sophia Of Kioff 4/7/2010
40. The Yankee Volunteers 4/7/2010
Best Poem of William Makepeace Thackeray

King Canute

KING CANUTE was weary hearted; he had reigned for years a score,
Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more;
And he thought upon his actions, walking by the wild sea-shore.

'Twixt the Chancellor and Bishop walked the King with steps sedate,
Chamberlains and grooms came after, silversticks and goldsticks great,
Chaplains, aides-de-camp, and pages,—all the officers of state.

Sliding after like his shadow, pausing when he chose to pause,
If a frown his face contracted, straight the courtiers dropped their jaws;
If to laugh the king was ...

Read the full of King Canute

At The Church-Gate

Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot,
Ofttimes I hover,
And near the sacred gate,
With longing eyes I wait,
Expectant of her.

The minster-bell tolls out
Above the city's rout,

[Report Error]