David Bates Poems

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David Bates
David Bates (March 6, 1809 - January 25, 1870) was an American poet. He was born in Indian Hill, Ohio and educated in Buffalo before working in first Indianapolis then Philadelphia. In 1849 he published a volume of poetry, Eolian. Among his best known works are Speak Gently (parodied by Lewis Carroll in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland), Childing and Childhood.

the little turtle
A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old

There was a little turtle.
... [read poem]
the lion
The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
And if no Hindu he can get,... [read poem]
in memory of a child
The angels guide him now,
And watch his curly head,
And lead him in their games,
The ... [read poem]
the spider and the ghost of the fly
Once I loved a spider
When I was born a fly,
A velvet-footed spider
With a gown of ra... [read poem]
general william booth enters into heaven
[To be sung to the tune of The Blood of the Lamb with indicated instrument]

[B... [read poem]
I am a young executive. No cuffs than mine are cleaner;
I have a Slimline brief-case and I use ... [read poem]
a subaltern's love song
Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn,
Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun,
What s... [read poem]
summoned by bells (excerpt)
Walking from school is a consummate art:
Which route to follow to avoid the gangs,
Which p... [read poem]
two old crows
Two old crows sat on a fence rail.
Two old crows sat on a fence rail,
Thinking of effect a... [read poem]
what the sexton said
Your dust will be upon the wind
Within some certain years,
Though you be sealed in lead to... [read poem]
Reproach will seldom mend the young,
If they are left to need it;
The breath of love m... [read poem]
in westminster abbey
Let me take this other glove off
As the vox humana swells,
And the beauteous fields of E... [read poem]
the congo: a study of the negro race
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and ... [read poem]
at mass
No doubt to-morrow I will hide
My face from you, my King.
Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,... [read poem]
Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to... [read poem]
elizabeth barrett browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sat gossiping with Robert.
(She was really a raving beauty in h... [read poem]
indoor games near newbury
In among the silver birches,
Winding ways of tarmac wander
And the signs to Bussock Bottom... [read poem]
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