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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POETS AND LINNETS, by THOMAS HOOD JR. Poet's Biography First Line: Where'er there's a thistle to feed a linnet Last Line: Well, there's my musing ended. Alternate Author Name(s): Hood, Tom, The Younger | |||
WHERE'ER there's a thistle to feed a linnet And linnets are plenty, thistles rife-- Or an acorn-cup to catch dew-drops in it There's ample promise of further life. Now, mark how we begin it. For linnets will follow, if linnets are minded, As blows the white-feather parachute: And ships will reel by the tempest blinded-- Aye, ships and shiploads of men to boot! How deep whole fleets you'll find hid. And we blow the thistle-down hither and thither Forgetful of linnets, and men, and God. The dew! for its want an oak will wither-- By the dull hoof into the dust is trod, And then who strikes the either? But thistles were only for donkeys intended. And that donkeys are common enough is clear, And that drop! what a vessel it might have befriended, Does it add and flavour to Glugabib's beer? Well, there's my musing ended. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAN TECHNICAM by THOMAS HOOD JR. THE WEDDING by THOMAS HOOD JR. THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. OF PLEASURE AND PAIN by THOMAS CAMPION THE FIGHT AT SAN JACINTO [APRIL 21, 1836] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER TO S.M., A YOUNG AFRICAN PAINTER, ON SEEING HIS WORKS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE HAYMAKER'S SONG by ALFRED AUSTIN TO THE LARK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON THE LIFE OF MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |
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