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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BROWN JUG, by FRANCIS FAWKES First Line: Dear tom, this brown jug that now foams with Last Line: So here's to my lovely sweet nan of the vale. | |||
DEAR Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale, (In which I will drink to sweet Nan of the vale) Was once Toby Fillpot, a thirsty old soul As e'er drank a bottle, or fathomed a bowl; In boosing about 'twas his praise to excel, And among jolly topers he bore off the bell. It chanced, as in dog-days he sat at his ease, In his flower-woven arbour, as gay as you please, With a friend and a pipe, puffing sorrows away, And with honest old stingo was soaking his clay, His breath-doors of life on a sudden were shut, And he died full as big as a Dorchester butt. His body when long in the ground it had lain, And time into clay had resolved it again, A potter found out in its covert so snug, And with part of fat Toby he formed this brown jug; Now sacred to friendship, and mirth, and mild ale; So here's to my lovely sweet Nan of the Vale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF DOBBIN, THE BUTTERWOMAN'S HORSE by FRANCIS FAWKES AUTUMNAL ODE by FRANCIS FAWKES ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN by FRANCIS FAWKES ODE ON THE SPRING by THOMAS GRAY THE HOMES OF ENGLAND by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 27 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |
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