Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ROYAL MAIL, by E. LYTTLETON FOX First Line: Quick! Ho, ye honest gentle-folk! Last Line: The royal mail is past. Subject(s): Postal Service; Yale University; Postmen; Post Office; Mail; Mailmen | ||||||||
QUICK! ho, ye honest gentle-folk! Fling up your windows wide! Let fall your knives, ye busy wives! Lads, to the highway side! Come, tapster of the Bull and Boar, Put by that mug of ale! Let high and low enjoy the show. Here comes the Royal Mail! With clang of hoof, and ring of horn, And blaze of kingly blue, In mighty swerve she rounds the curve And bursts upon the view! The postboys' whips are whistling high, Their mounts are panting free, From red to roan all dashed with foam, And racing gloriously! A merry company on top, A glimpse of more within, A brave array of kerchiefs gay That flutter 'mid the din; A hearty cheer that echoes long, A dust-cloud rising fast, -- And now it's o'er. To work once more. The Royal Mail is past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING THE MAIL by GALWAY KINNELL THE DE CARLO LOTS by ANNE WALDMAN OPPOSITES: 37 by RICHARD WILBUR A PARTING WORD by E. LYTTLETON FOX |
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