Poems by William Makepeace Thackeray
The Crystal Palace
... And look'd the World's Great Fair in, ...
When The Gloom Is On The Glen
... Many a clime I've ranged since then, love, ...
From Pocahontas
... "Why seek, my love, your wounds to hide ...
Wapping Old Stairs
... For the heart that is true, Tom, should ne'er be despised ...
Mr. Molonys Account Of The Ball
... There was Baroness Brunow, that looked like Juno, ...
The Willow-Tree
... Sing for poor maiden-hearts broken and weary ...
Jolly Jack
... Jack's bed was straw, 'twas warm and soft, ...
The Pimlico Pavilion
... O 'tis there that the spoort is, when the Queen and the Court is ...
The Ballad of Bouillabaisse
... " The waiter stares and shrugs his shoulder - ...
Ah, Bleak And Barren Was The Moor
... The cottage hearth was bright and warm ...
A Woeful New Ballad Of The Protestant Conspiracy To Take The Popes Life
... blow. And it's there I drove my lady and lord in the Park of Pincio ...
Jacob Homniums Hoss
... for Lor; Make haste and get your costes in, ...
The Cane-Bottom'd Chair
... Long, long through the hours, and the night, and the chimes, ...
Ronsard To His Mistress
... "Quand vous serez bien vielle, le soir a la chandelle ...
Persicos Odi
... Have it smoking, and tender, and juicy, ...
