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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY HOUSEHOLD GODS, by JEAN FRANCOIS DUCIS First Line: Ye little gods with whom I dwell Last Line: And virtue never 'scape away. | |||
YE little gods with whom I dwell, Companions of my poverty, Who contemplate with friendly eye My easy chair, my hermit cell, My bed the hue of Carmelite, My wardrobe made of walnut bright! O my Penates! household gods, Whose cherished presence safety bodes! If I have never for your sake Grudged ample feast of dainty cake, For you have poured libations meet, Of milk, wine, honey pure and sweet, Then guard my door with faithful care, Watch every hinge, and bolt and bar; Not lest some burglar in should break, For what on earth is there to take? No treasures lodge in my abode, I need no escort on the road; One only modest prayer I make: That competence may with us stay, And virtue never 'scape away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY BROOKLET by JEAN FRANCOIS DUCIS AUTUMN DIALOGUE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON COBWEBS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 128 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE GRASS STEALERS by J. MURRAY ALLISON STANZAS, OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A RELATIVE ABROAD by BERNARD BARTON |
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