Hampton Court

 

…from the quills of the dead white poets

 

Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744)

 

 Close by those meads, for ever crown’d with flow’rs

 Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow’rs,

 There stands a structure of majestic frame,

 Which from the neighb’ring Hampton takes its name.

 Here Britain’s statesmen oft the fall foredoom

 Of foreign Tyrants, and of Nymphs at home;

 Here thou, great Anna! whom three Realms obey,

 Dost sometimes counsel take – and sometimes tea.

 Hither the heroes and nymphs resort,

 To taste awhile the pleasures of a Court;

 In various talk th’ instructive hours they past,

 Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;

 One speaks of the glory of the British Queen,

 And one describes a charming Indian screen

 A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;

 At every word a reputation dies.

 Snuff, or fan, supply each pause of chat,

 With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that.

 

  {From The Rape of the Lock}

 

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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