Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LITTLE CONQUEROR, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Twas midnight; not a sound was heard Last Line: Tears fall and mingle with her own Subject(s): Children;night; Childhood;bedtime | ||||||||
"'T WAS midnight; not a sound was heard Within the" -- "Papa, won't 'ou 'ook An' see my pooty 'ittle house? I wis' 'ou wouldn't wead 'ou book --" "Within the palace where the king Upon his couch in anguish lay --" "Papa, pa-pa, I wis' 'ou 'd tum An' have a 'ittle tonty play --" "No gentle hand was there to bring The cooling draught, or cool his brow; His courtiers and his pages gone --" "Tum, papa, tum; I want 'ou now --" Down goes the book with needless force, And with expression far from mild; With sullen air and clouded brow I seat myself beside my child. Her little trusting eyes of blue With mute surprise gaze in my face, As if in its expression stern Reproof and censure she could trace. Anon her little bosom heaves, Her rosy lips begin to curl; And with a quivering chin she sobs, "Papa don't love his 'ittle dirl!" King, palace, book, are all forgot; My arms are round my darling thrown, -- The thundercloud has burst, and lo! Tears fall and mingle with her own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M by DONALD JUSTICE ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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