If after rude and boystrous seas, My wearyed Pinnace here finds ease: If so it be I've gain'd the shore With safety of a faithful Ore: If having run my Barque on ground, Ye see the aged Vessell crown'd: What's to be done? but on the Sands Ye dance, and sing, and now clap hands. The first Act's doubtfull, (but we say) It is the last commends the Play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 7 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 20 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 2 by WILLIAM BASSE |