Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COME, HONEST BOYS, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: Ye who have nothing to conceal Last Line: In summer, under some green tree? Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Death; Drinks & Drinking; Dead, The; Wine | ||||||||
Ye who have nothing to conceal, Come, honest boys, and drink with me; Come, drink with me the sparkling ale, And we'll not whisper calumny, But laugh with all the power we can; But all pale schemers who incline To rise above your fellow man, Touch not the sparkling ale or wine. Give me strong ale to fire my blood, Content me with a lot that's bad; That is to me both drink and food, And warms me though I am ill-clad; A pot of ale, man owns the world: The poet hears his songs all sung, Inventor sees his patents sold, The painter sees his pictures hung. The creeds remind us oft of Death; But man's best creed is to forget Death all the hours that he takes breath, And quaff the sparkling ale, and let Creeds shout until they burst their lungs; For what is better than to be A-drinking ale and singing songs, In summer, under some green tree? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CUP OF TREMBLINGS by JOHN HOLLANDER VINTAGE ABSENCE by JOHN HOLLANDER SENT WITH A BOTTLE OF BURGUNDY FOR A BIRTHDAY by JOHN HOLLANDER TO A CIVIL SERVANT by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG WINE by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT THE GOOD FELLOW by ALEXANDER BROME WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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