David Bates

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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.

chiding
Reproach will seldom mend the young,
If they are left to need it;
The breath of love m... [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]
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]
elizabeth barrett browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sat gossiping with Robert.
(She was really a raving beauty in h... [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]
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 lion
The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
And if no Hindu he can get,... [read poem]
the little turtle
A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old

There was a little turtle.
... [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]
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]
what the sexton said
Your dust will be upon the wind
Within some certain years,
Though you be sealed in lead to... [read poem]
indoor games near newbury
In among the silver birches,
Winding ways of tarmac wander
And the signs to Bussock Bottom... [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]
slough
Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to... [read poem]
executive
I am a young executive. No cuffs than mine are cleaner;
I have a Slimline brief-case and I use ... [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]
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]
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