LO! in the burning west, the craggy nape Of a proud Ararat! and, thereupon, The Ark, her melancholy voyage done! Yon rampant cloud mimics a lion's shape; There, combats a huge crocodile -- agape A golden spear to swallow! and that brown And massy grove, so near yon blazing town, Stirs and recedes -- destruction to escape! Yet all is harmless -- as the Elysian shades Where Spirits dwell in undisturbed repose -- Silently disappears, or quickly fades: Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of Earth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE PILGRIMS by RUPERT BROOKE TO ALFRED TENNYSON by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HIGH FLIGHT by JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 7. TO REVEREND BENJAMIN, LORD BISHOP OF WINCHESTER by MARK AKENSIDE THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. THE GASTRIC MUSE by JOHN ARMSTRONG SONNET: HER WORST AND BEST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |