I ENTREAT you, Alfred Tennyson, Come and share my haunch of venison. I have too a bin of claret, Good, but better when you share it. Though 'tis only a small bin, There 's a stock of it within. And as sure as I'm a rhymer Half a butt of Rudesheimer. Come: among the sons of men is one Welcomer than Alfred Tenyson? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MUJER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |