In Imitation of Spenser : The Alley poem – Alexander Pope

A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period

I.

In ev’ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,

A narrow pass there is, with Houses low;

Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey’d,

And many a Boat soft sliding to and fro.

There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe,

The short thick Sob, loud Scream, and shriller Squall:

How can ye, Mothers, vex your Children so?

Some play, some eat, some cack against the wall,

And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.

II.

And on the broken pavement, here and there,

Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie;

A brandy and tobacco shop is near,

And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by;

And here a sailor’s jacket hangs to dry.

At ev’ry door are sun-burnt matrons seen,

Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry;

Now singing shrill, and scolding eft between;

Scolds answer foul-mouth’d scolds; bad neighbourhood I ween.

III.

The snappish cur, (the passengers’ annoy)

Close at my heel with yelping treble flies;

The whimp’ring girl, and hoarser-screaming boy,

Join to the yelping treble shrilling cries;

The scolding Quean to louder notes doth rise,

And her full pipes those shrilling cries confound;

To her full pipes the grunting hog replies;

The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round,

And curs, girls, boys, and scolds, in the deep bass are drown’d.

IV.

Hard by a Sty, beneath a roof of thatch,

Dwelt Obloquy, who in her early days

Baskets of fish at Billingsgate did watch,

Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice:

There learn’d she speech from tongues that never cease.

Slander beside her, like a Mag-pie, chatters,

With Envy, (spitting Cat) dread foe to peace;

Like a curs’d Cur, Malice before her clatters,

And vexing ev’ry wight, tears clothes and all to tatters.

V.

Her dugs were mark’d by ev’ry Collier’s hand,

Her mouth was black as bull-dogs at the stall:

She scratch’d, bit, and spar’d ne lace ne band,

And bitch and rogue her answer was to all;

Nay, e’en the parts of shame by name would call:

Yea, when she passed by or lane or nook,

Would greet the man who turn’d him to the Wall,

And by his hand obscene the porter took,

Nor ever did askance like modest Virgin look.

VI.

Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town,

Woolwich and Wapping smelling strong of pitch;

Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown,

And Twick’nam such, which fairer scenes enrich,

Grots, statues, urns, and Johnston’s Dog and Bitch,

Ne village is without, on either side,

All up the silver Thames, or all adown;

Ne Richmond’s self, from whose tall front are ey’d

Vales, spires, meandring streams, and Windsor’s tow’ry pride.

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• Шекспир – Ты положи с моей любовью рядом – Сонет 117 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Считать часы и спрашивать – Сонет 58 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – С любовью связан жизненный мой путь – Сонет 92 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Разлука сердце делит пополам – Сонет 39 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Проснись, любовь – Сонет 56 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Про черный день – Сонет 63 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Пример тебе подобной красоты – Сонет 84 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Прекрасный облик в зеркале ты видишь – Сонет 3 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – По совести скажи – Сонет 10 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Но не боюсь и смерть – Сонет 80 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Неужто я, приняв любви венец – Сонет 114 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Не позволяю помыслам ревнивым – Сонет 57 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Мой глаз гравером стал – Сонет 24 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Мои глаза в тебя не влюблены – Сонет 141 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Мне показалось, что была зима – Сонет 97 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Меня не радует твоя печаль – Сонет 34 by William Shakespeare
• Шекспир – Любовь – не кукла жалкая в руках – Сонет 116 by William Shakespeare

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