William Makepeace Thackeray

(1811-1863 / India)

William Makepeace Thackeray Poems

41. The Willow-Tree 4/7/2010
42. The Last Of May 4/7/2010
43. The Last Of May 4/7/2010
44. The Legend Of St. Sophia Of Kioff 4/7/2010
45. The Yankee Volunteers 4/7/2010
46. The King On The Tower 4/7/2010
47. The Rose Of Flora 4/7/2010
48. Vanitas Vanitatum 4/7/2010
49. The Pen And The Album 4/7/2010
50. The Rocks 4/7/2010
51. The Organ-Boy’s Appeal 4/7/2010
52. Persicos Odi 1/3/2003
53. The Red Flag 4/7/2010
54. Pocahontas 4/7/2010
55. The Rose Upon My Balcony 4/7/2010
56. The Cane-Bottom'D Chair 1/3/2003
57. Lines On A Late Hospicious Ewent, By A Gebtleman Of The Footguards (Blue) 4/7/2010
58. The Minaret Bells 4/7/2010
59. The End Of The Play 4/7/2010
60. The Crystal Palace 4/7/2010
61. Friar’s Song 4/7/2010
62. Ad Ministram 4/7/2010
63. Commanders Of The Faithful 4/7/2010
64. Jacob Homnium’s Hoss 4/7/2010
65. A Credo 4/7/2010
66. Jolly Jack 4/7/2010
67. A Woeful New Ballad Of The Protestant Conspiracy To Take The Pope’s Life 4/7/2010
68. A Doe In The City 4/7/2010
69. Little Billee 12/31/2002
70. Le Roi D’yvetot 4/7/2010
71. Abd-El-Kader At Toulon Or, The Caged Hawk 4/7/2010
72. Atra Cura 4/7/2010
73. Lines Upon My Sister’s Portrait 4/7/2010
74. Le Grenier 4/7/2010
75. Ah, Bleak And Barren Was The Moor 4/7/2010
76. The Ballad Of Bouillabaisse 1/3/2003
77. From Pocahontas 4/7/2010
78. Dear Jack 4/7/2010
79. Larry O’toole 4/7/2010
80. Damages, Two Hundred Pounds 4/7/2010

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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,
And noise and humming;
They've hushed the minster-bell,
The organ 'gins to swell, --
She's coming, -- coming!

My lady comes at last,
Timid and stepping fast,
And hastening hither,
With modest eyes downcast;
She comes, -- she's here, -- she's past;
May heaven go with her!

Kneel undisturbed, fair saint,
Pour out your praise or...

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Sorrows Of Werther

Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.

Charlotte was a married lady,
And a moral man was Werther,
And, for all the wealth of Indies,
Would do nothing for to hurt her.