William Makepeace Thackeray
William Makepeace Thackeray Poems
|82.||The Age Of Wisdom||12/31/2002|
|83.||A Credo (After The German)||1/3/2003|
|84.||The Mahogany Tree||1/3/2003|
|85.||Sorrows Of Werther||12/31/2002|
|86.||At The Church-Gate||1/3/2003|
|87.||Come To The Greenwood Tree||4/7/2010|
|88.||To His Serving Boy||4/7/2010|
|89.||A Tragic Story||4/7/2010|
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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 Age Of Wisdom
Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin,
That never has known the Barber's shear,
All your wish is woman to win;
This is the way that boys begin--
Wait till you come to Forty Year.
Curly gold locks cover foolish brains,
Billing and cooing is all your cheer;
Sighing and singing of midnight strains,