Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize; Who never wanted a good word -- From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom passed her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor -- Who left a pledge behind. She strove the neighborhood to please, With manner wondrous winning; She never followed wicked ways -- Unless when she was sinning. At church, in silk and satins new, With hoop of monstrous size, She never slumbered in her pew -- But when she shut her eyes. Her love was sought, I do aver, My twenty beaux, or more; The king himself has followed her -- When she has walked before. But now her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all, Her doctors found, when she was dead -- Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore; For Kent Street well may say, That, had she lived a twelvemonth more -- She had not died to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON BURNING A DULL POEM; WRITTEN IN 1729 by JONATHAN SWIFT THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS A SUMMER NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MISAPPELLATION by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI |