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. At The Zoo 1/19/2015
26. The Speculators 4/7/2010
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 King Of Brentford 4/7/2010
36. The Knightly Guerdon 4/7/2010
37. The Last Irish Grievance 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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Best Poem of William Makepeace Thackeray

A Tragic Story

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 ...

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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.