Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARY'S GHOST, by THOMAS HOOD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Twas in the middle of the night, / to sleep young william tried Last Line: Of my anatomie. Subject(s): Death; Ghosts; Supernatural; Dead, The | ||||||||
'Twas in the middle of the night, To sleep young William tried, When Mary's ghost came stealing in, And stood at his bed-side. O William dear! O William dear! My rest eternal ceases; Alas! my everlasting peace Is broken into pieces. I thought the last of all my cares Would end with my last minute; But tho' I went to my long home, I didn't stay long in it. The body-snatchers they have come, And made a snatch at me; It's very hard them kind of men Won't let a body be! You thought that I was buried deep, Quite decent like and chary, But from her grave in Mary-bone They've come and bon'd your Mary. The arm that used to take your arm Is took to Dr Vyse; And both my legs are gone to walk The hospital at Guy's. I vow'd that you should have my hand, But fate gives us denial; You'll find it there, at Doctor Bell's, In spirits and a phial. As for my feet, the little feet You used to call so pretty, There's one, I know, in Bedford Row, The t'other's in the city. I can't tell where my head is gone, But Doctor Carpue can: As for my trunk, it's all pack'd up To go by Pickford's van. I wish you'd go to Mr P. And save me such a ride; I don't half like the outside place, They've took for my inside. The cock it crows -- I must begone! My William we must part! But I'll be your's in death, altho' Sir Astley has my heart. Don't go to weep upon my grave, And think that there I be, They haven't left an atom there, Of my anatomie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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