Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE DEATH OF MY DEAR BROTHER, MR. H.S., DROWNED: THE BOAT, by WILLIAM HAMMOND Poet's Biography First Line: How well the brittle boat doth personate Last Line: Weigh'd up to bliss. Subject(s): Boats; Sandys, Henry | ||||||||
How well the brittle boat doth personate Man's frail estate! whose concave, fill'd with lightsome air, did scorn The prodest storm. Man's fleshy boat bears up; whilst breath doth last, He fears no blast. Poor floating bark, whilst on yon mount you stood, Rain was your food: Now the same moisture, which once made thee grow, Doth thee o'erflow. Rash youth hath too much sail; his giddy path No ballast hath; He thinks his keel of wit can cut all waves, And pass those graves; Can shoot all cataracts, and safely steer The fourscorth year. But stoop thine ear, ill-counsell'd youth, and hark, Look on this bark. His emblem, whom it carried, both defied Storms, yet soon died; Only this difference, that sunk downward, this Weigh'd up to bliss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF MY DEAR BROTHER, MR. H.S., DROWNED: THE TOMB by WILLIAM HAMMOND A DIALOGUE UPON DEATH; PHILLIS AND DAMON by WILLIAM HAMMOND COMMANDED TO WRITE VERSES by WILLIAM HAMMOND DE MELIDORIA by WILLIAM HAMMOND DELAY; UPON ADVICE TO DEFER LOVE'S CONSUMMATION by WILLIAM HAMMOND EPITAPH ON SIR R.D. by WILLIAM HAMMOND EPITHALAMIUM TO THE L.T. MARRIED IN THE NORTH by WILLIAM HAMMOND |
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