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.||A Tragic Story||4/7/2010|
|89.||To His Serving Boy||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 ...
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.