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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DRIFTING, by GEORGE CRABBE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Like some poor bark on the rough ocean tost Last Line: Soothes me with song, and flatters as she sings. | |||
LIKE some poor bark on the rough ocean tost, My rudder broken, and my compass lost, My sails the coarsest, and too thin to last, Pelted by rains, and bare to many a blast, My anchor, Hope, scarce fix'd enough to stay Where the strong current Grief sweeps all away, I sail along, unknowing how to steer, Where quicksands lie and frowning rocks appear. Life's ocean teems with foes to my frail bark, The rapid sword-fish, and the rav'ning shark, Where torpid things crawl forth in splendid shell, And knaves and fools and sycophants live well. What have I left in such tempestuous sea? No Tritons shield, no Naiads shelter me! A gloomy Muse, in Mira's absence, hears My plaintive prayer, and sheds consoling tears -- Some fairer prospect, though at distance, brings, Soothes me with song, and flatters as she sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HUMBLE INVOCATION by GEORGE CRABBE A MARRIAGE RING by GEORGE CRABBE A WEARY TRAVELLER by GEORGE CRABBE AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND by GEORGE CRABBE BELVOIR CASTLE; WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF DUCHESS OF RUTLAND by GEORGE CRABBE CONCLUDING LINES OF PRIZE POEM ON HOPE by GEORGE CRABBE EPISTLE TO PRINCE WILLIAM HENRY by GEORGE CRABBE FLIRTATION; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE CRABBE |
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