Ah, liberty! how like thou art To this large bottle lying here, Which yesterday from foreign mart, Came filled with potent English beer! A touch of steel—a hand—a gush— A pop that sounded far and near— A wild emotion—liquid rush— And I had drunk that English beer! And what remains?—An empty shell! A lifeless form both sad and queer, A temple where no god doth dwell— The simple memory of beer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISMUS IS A-COMIN' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT by JONATHAN SWIFT THE VOYAGE OF MAELDUNE by ALFRED TENNYSON AT ELLIS ISLAND by MARGARET LIVINGSTON CHANLER ALDRICH SONNET: 'EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY' by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG OF THE SUPERMAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 31 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |