William Makepeace Thackeray
William Makepeace Thackeray Poems
|81.||A Credo (After The German)||1/3/2003|
|83.||The Mahogany Tree||1/3/2003|
|84.||The Ballad Of Bouillabaisse||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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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 ...
Air--"il y avait un petit navire."
There were three sailors of Bristol city
Who took a boat and went to sea.
But first with beef and captain's biscuits
And pickled pork they loaded she.
There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy,
And the youngest he was little Billee.