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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MOCK SONG, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Now whitehall's in the grave Last Line: For our dragon hath vanquish'd the st. George. | |||
Now Whitehall's in the grave, And our head is our slave, The bright pearl in his close shell of oyster; Now the mitre is lost, The proud prelates, too, cross'd, And all Rome 's confin'd to a cloister; He that Tarquin was styl'd Our white land 's exil'd, Yea undefil'd; Not a court ape 's left to confute us: Then let your voices rise high, As your colours did fly, And flour'shing cry, Long live the brave Oliver-Brutus! Now the sun is unarm'd, And the moon by us charm'd, All the stars dissolv'd to a jelly; Now the thighs of the crown And the arms are lopp'd down, And the body is all but a belly: Let the Commons go on, The town is our own, We 'll rule alone; For the knights have yielded their spent gorge; And an order is ta'en, With Honi Soit profane, Shout forth amain, For our Dragon hath vanquish'd the St. George. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (1) by RICHARD LOVELACE A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (2) by RICHARD LOVELACE |
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