
The poem is a lamentation of the decline of traditional values and the rise of modernity. It describes a world where people are more concerned with material possessions than with spiritual pursuits. The speaker laments the loss of innocence and the corruption of society, comparing it to a dirge or a funeral march.
By Hilaire Belloc · First published 1905 · Genre: Poetry, Philosophical, Nostalgic · 315 words
A thousand years ago I used to dine / In houses where they gave me such regale / Of dear companionship and comrades fine / That out I went alone beyond the pale; / And riding, laughed and dared the skies malign / To show me all the undiscovered tale -- / But my philosophy's no more divine, / I put my pleasure in a pint of ale.
And you, my friends, oh! pleasant friends of mine, / Who leave me now alone, without avail, / On Californian hills you gave me wine, / You gave me cider-drink in Longuevaille; / If after many years you come to pine / For comradeship that is an ancient tale -- / You'll find me drinking beer in Dead Man's Chine.
Poetry · Satire · Social Commentary · Dark Humor · Critique of Society · Alcoholism · Mortality · Existential Crisis · Philosophical Themes · Literary Satire · Absurdity · Irony
Drinking Dirge is listed on Textopian as a poem by Hilaire Belloc, dated 1905 CE.
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