William Makepeace Thackeray

(1811-1863 / India)

William Makepeace Thackeray Poems

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

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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 ...

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The Cane-Bottom'D Chair

In tattered old slippers that toast at the bars,
And a ragged old jacket perfumed with cigars,
Away from the world, and its toils and its cares,
I've a snug little kingdom up four pair of stairs.

To mount to this realm is a toil, to be sure,
But the fire there is bright and the air rather pure;
And the view I behold on a sunshiny day
Is grand through the chimney-pots over the way.

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