Sorrows Of Werther Poem by William Makepeace Thackeray

Sorrows Of Werther

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Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.

Charlotte was a married lady,
And a moral man was Werther,
And, for all the wealth of Indies,
Would do nothing for to hurt her.

So he sighed and pined and ogled,
And his passion boiled and bubbled,
Till he blew his silly brains out,
And no more was by it troubled.

Charlotte, having seen his body
Borne before her on a shutter,
Like a well-coducted person,
Went on cutting bread and butter.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alok Shukla 17 July 2006

I liked it... its brutal... it hurts... and its indifferent...

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