Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHITEHAVEN HARBOUR, by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN Poet's Biography First Line: O, can't she? Listen! There's a volley! Last Line: Ah well, let's go. Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E. Subject(s): Sailing & Sailors; Seamen; Sails | ||||||||
O, CAN'T she? Listen! There's a volley! Stand to your guns, my Ipswich boy! Chain-shot ahoy! "Ah, ain't she jolly" (Young Ipswich telegraphing To us upon the quay)! "Some credit chaffing With her!" Decidedly -- "Then gen'lemen are looking." Yes, we are, My noble Ipswich tar -- "Ain't her eyes brown?" (Says telegraph) "Ah, can't she laugh? And ain't she all so nice and pert?" Yes, yes! stand up and flirt! Flirt for the honour of your native town! Flirt! flirt! my man of Ipswich. Not so bad! A good sufficient lad! See how the strong young hearts Dance to the tongue-tips; lightning darts From eye to eye: The maiden is not shy! See the two Manxmen on the schooner there, Who stare With all their souls in silent admiration Of such a very excellent flirtation! Quite out of it -- Those Manxmen -- wait a bit -- Poor fellows! Shall we hail them? No? Ah well, let's go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAILS OF MURMUR by ANSELM HOLLO THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TOM BOWLING ['S EPITAPH] by CHARLES DIBDIN HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL LOVE AT SEA by THEOPHILE GAUTIER A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |
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