Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PATHOS OF APPLAUSE, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The greeting of the company, throughout Last Line: "was thus told by ""the noted traveler." Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Applause | ||||||||
THE greeting of the company throughout Was like a jubilee, -- the children's shout And fusillading hand-claps, with great guns And detonations of the older ones, Raged to such tumult of tempestuous joy, It even more alarmed than pleased the boy; Till, with a sudden twitching lip, he slid Down to the floor and dodged across and hid His face against his mother as she raised Him to the shelter of her heart, and praised His story in low whisperings, and smoothed The "amber-colored hair," and kissed and soothed And lulled him back to sweet tranquillity -- "An' 'at's a sign 'at you're the Ma fer me!" He lisped, with gurgling ecstasy, and drew Her closer, with shut eyes; and feeling, too, If he could only purr now like a cat, He would undoubtedly be doing that! "And now" -- the serious host said, lifting there A hand entreating silence; -- "now, aware Of the good promise of our Traveler guest To add some story with and for the rest, I think I favor you, and him as well, Asking a story I have heard him tell, And know its truth, in each minute detail:" Then leaning on his guest's chair, with a hale Hand-pat by way of full endorsement, he Said, "Yes -- the Free-Slave story -- certainly." The old man, with his waddy notebook out, And glittering spectacles, glanced round about The expectant circle, and still firmer drew His hat on, with a nervous cough or two; And, save at times the big hard words, and tone Of gathering passion -- all the speaker's own, -- The tale that set each childish heart astir Was thus told by "The Noted Traveler." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPLAUSE by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX POETRY READING by KATHERINE PRIVETT A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A LIFE-LESSON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY AN OLD SWEETHEART [OF MINE] by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY BEREAVED by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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