Old Chung north of town filled his home with meat and wine the day Old Chung's wife died mourners filled the hall when at last Old Chung died not one person cried they consumed his meat and wine but had such cold insides | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS FOR MUSIC (3) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE WILD GAZELLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE WORLD: A CHILD'S SONG by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU L. OF G.'S PURPORT by WALT WHITMAN PERSISTENCY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD |