Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MOSELLE BOATMAN AND HIS DAUGHTER (2), by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: When first we took the stream, the maiden held Last Line: Rose from her seat, to make her rowing tell. Subject(s): Boats; Rowing | ||||||||
When first we took the stream, the maiden held The oar, to keep her father's strength unworn For midday labour; but the sight compelled Our pity, and the aid of pity born - For at each stroke, whose ripples reached the land, She rose up bodily, with toil and pain, And often paused, and dipped her little hand, To cool her brow, yet did she not complain; Full oft, in day-dreams of that sweet Moselle, I seek my gentle Gretchen, and persuade My questing memory that all goes well At Alf, by Bertrich, with that village-maid, Who, when the task her slender force outweighed, Rose from her seat, to make her rowing tell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CREW POEM by EDWARD AUGUSTUS BLOUNT JR. EIGHT OARS AND A COXSWAIN by ARTHUR GUITERMAN A COLLEGE ROWING SONG by W. J. H. PADDLER'S SONG, FR. MARDI by HERMAN MELVILLE SONG OF THE PADDLERS, FR. MARDI by HERMAN MELVILLE THE ROWERS' CHANT by THOMAS STURGE MOORE MAURINE: PART 3 by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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