Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HARVEST HOME, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: The harvest home's a home indeed Last Line: Is -- by my soul and body -- ale! Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Bars & Bartenders; Beer; Drinks & Drinking; Pubs; Taverns; Saloons; Ale; Wine | ||||||||
The Harvest Home's a home indeed; If my lord bishop drank ale there, He'd want to kiss the beggar wench, And change his gown with her, I swear. The Harvest Home's a place to love, There is no better booze on sale; Angels in Heaven -- I take my oath -- Can find no better glass of ale. There's courage in such booze as that: Old Dicky drank but one small mug, And then, to please the harvest girls, Said, 'Look!' and swallowed a live frog. The landlord draws to suit my taste, I never knew his wife to fail; But, somehow, what the daughter draws Is -- by my soul and body -- Ale! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CUP OF TREMBLINGS by JOHN HOLLANDER VINTAGE ABSENCE by JOHN HOLLANDER SENT WITH A BOTTLE OF BURGUNDY FOR A BIRTHDAY by JOHN HOLLANDER TO A CIVIL SERVANT by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG WINE by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT THE GOOD FELLOW by ALEXANDER BROME WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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