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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOCH! DER KAISER, by WILLIAM MONTGOMERY CLEMENS First Line: Der kaiser of dis faterland Last Line: Myself -- und gott! Alternate Author Name(s): Blake, Rodney | |||
DER Kaiser of dis Faterland Und Gott on high all dings command, Ve two -- ach! Don't you understand? Myself -- und Gott. Vile some men sing der power divine, Mine soldiers sing, "Der Wacht am Rhine," Und drink der health in Rhenish wine Of Me -- und Gott. Dere's France, she swaggers all aroundt; She's ausgespield, of no account, To much we think she don't amount; Myself -- und Gott. She vill not dare to fight again, But if she shouldt, I'll show her blain Dot Elsass und (in French) Lorraine Are mein -- by Gott! Dere's grandma dinks she's nicht small beer, Mit Boers und such she interfere; She'll learn none owns dis hemisphere But me -- und Gott! She dinks, good frau, fine ships she's got Und soldiers mit der scarlet goat. Ach! We could knock them! Pouf! Like dot, Myself -- mit Gott! In dimes of peace, brebare for wars, I bear the spear and helm of Mars, Und care not for a thousand Czars, Myself -- mit Gott! In fact, I humor efery whim, With aspect dark and visage grim; Gott pulls mit Me, and I mit him, Myself -- und Gott! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AGAINST THEM WHO LAY UNCHASTITY TO THE SEX OF WOMAN by WILLIAM HABINGTON TO LIZBIE BROWNE by THOMAS HARDY A HYMN WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE CUPID MISTAKEN by MATTHEW PRIOR ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE TO THE RIGHT HON! WILLIAM EARL OF DARTMOUTH by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |
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