Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRIAR'S SONG, by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY Poet's Biography First Line: Some love the matin-chimes, which tell Last Line: They may not change our liquor! Subject(s): Contentment | ||||||||
Some love the matin-chimes, which tell The hour of prayer to sinner: But better far's the mid-day bell, Which speaks the hour of dinner; For when I see a smoking fish, Or capon drowned in gravy, Or noble haunch of silver dish, Full glad I sing my Ave. My pulpit is an alehouse bench, Whereon I sit so jolly; A smiling rosy country wench My saint and patron holy. I kiss her cheek so red and sleek, I press her ringlets wavy, And in her willing ear I speak A most religious Ave. And if I'm blind, yet Heaven is kind, And holy saints forgiving; For sure he leads a right good life Who thus admires good living. Above, they say, our flesh is air, Our blood celestial ichor: Oh, grant! 'mid all the changes there, They may not change our liquor! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHE: SONNET 66 by BARNABE BARNES I UNCOIL MYSELF AND LIE STRAIGHT OUT by DAVID IGNATOW WITHOUT RECRIMINATION by DAVID IGNATOW EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL by DORIANNE LAUX TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL LITTLE BILLEE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY |
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