THERE goes the Lady Vi. How well, How well I know the spectacle The earth presents And its events To her sweet sight Each day and night! "Life is a wheeling show, with @3me@1 As its pivot of interest constantly. Below in the hollows of towns is sin, Like a blue brimstone mist therein, Which makes men lively who plunge amid it, But wrongfully, and wives forbid it. London is a place for prancing Along the Row and, later, dancing, Till dawn, with tightening arm-elbowments As hours warm up to tender moments. "Travel is piquant, and most thrilling If, further, joined to big-game killing: At home, too, hunting, hounds full cry, When Reynard nears his time to die, 'Tis glee to mark his figure flag, And how his brush begins to drag, Till, his earth reached by many a wend, He finds it @3stopped@1, and meets his end. "Religion is good for all who are meek; It stays in the Bible through the week, And floats about the house on Sundays, But does not linger on till Mondays. The Ten Commandments in one's prime Are matter for another time, While griefs and graves and things allied In well-bred talk one keeps outside." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING AMORETTI: 15 by EDMUND SPENSER PENITENTIAL PSALM by THOMAS WYATT |