Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRAUNCES' TAVERN, by ARTHUR GUITERMAN Poet's Biography First Line: Restore, o thought, whose potent weird Last Line: The honest love of gallant men! Subject(s): Bars & Bartenders; Fraunces' Tavern, New York City; Memory; New York City - Revolutionary Period; Past; Pubs; Taverns; Saloons | ||||||||
RESTORE, O Thought, whose potent weird Recalls the Past on lagging pinion, The corbeled roof De Lancey reared What time Queen Anne maintained dominion. Away with dust and rattling pave! Let all be swarded, green and trim, And call the river's banished wave Again to lap a garden's rim. How bright with silk and rich brocade, With baldric broad and tossing feather. The Long Room rilled when youth and maid Went swinging down the floor together! Those heavy beams could make avow Of all the joys of dance and reel, Of flirt of fan and courtly bow And sudden glint of jealous steel. But ruthless Traffic claimed the place; And swarthy-visaged Landlord Fraunces Displayed Queen Charlotte's pictured face To awe his guests with regal glances. Then here the traveler reined his beast And drank his noggin in the shade, And merchants met in solemn feast To ponder for the weal of trade; And captains, fresh from siege and plain, Rehearsed their tales of savage warring At Frontenac and Fort Duquesne In tones that set the glasses jarring, And pledged the memory of him Who stormed the Heights of Abraham In bumpers beaded to the brim With rousing punch of Rip van Dam. Oppressed by laws of grievous weight And tyrant craft but ill dissembled, Within these walls, in high debate, The "Sons of Liberty" assembled. In vain they pled for right undone! In vain, for hearts were stern and proud -- Till rang the shot of Lexington And grimly closed the battle-cloud. . . . . . But hark! the room resounds anew With clink of spurs and clank of sabers; The leader comes to bid adieu To those who shared his wars and labors -- To knightly Schuyler, void of stain, To rugged Morgan, frank and free, To faithful Knox and fiery Wayne, And dashing Light-Horse Harry Lee. To all he pledged the cup of grace; From every eye the tear-drop started; Each clasped his chief in strong embrace; In silent grief the heroes parted. Oh, cherish safe from force unkind, Though rust consume both sword and pen, Those ancient walls that hold enshrined The honest love of gallant men! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSE OF SILENCE by PHILIP LEVINE SPRING STREET BAR by MEI-MEI BERSSENBRUGGE DISCOVERING THE PHOTOGRAPH OF LLOYD, EARL, AND PRISCILLA by LYNN EMANUEL THE NIGHT MAN AT THE BLUE LITE by LYNN EMANUEL DRAFT OF THE SMOKY LIFE by FORREST GANDER ANY NEWS FROM ALPHA CENTAURI by ANSELM HOLLO |
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