(PRESENTED TO THE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY IN OXFORD, BY JOHN DAVIS OF DEPTFORD, ESQ.) TO this great Ship, which round the Globe has run, And matcht in Race the Chariot of the Sun, This Pythagorean Ship (for it may claim, Without presumption, so deserv'd a Name, By knowledge once, and transformation now) In her New Shape this sacred Port allow. Drake and his Ship could not have wish'd from Fate, A more blest Station, or more blest Estate. For (Lo!) a Seat of endless Rest is giv'n, To her in Oxford, and to him in Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 7 by OMAR KHAYYAM MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU YEARS OF THE MODERN by WALT WHITMAN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 39. WON BY SUBTILTY by PHILIP AYRES HARMONIES OF THE EVENING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |