Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ELEGY UPON MRS. KIRK, UNFORTUNATELY DROWNED IN THAMES, by HENRY KING (1592-1669) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: For all the shipwracks, and the liquid graves Last Line: Return'd a venus back to thee again. Subject(s): Disasters; Drowning; Shipwrecks | ||||||||
FOR all the shipwracks, and the liquid graves Lost men have gain'd within the furrow'd waves, The Sea hath fin'd, and for our wrongs paid use, When its wrought foam a Venus did produce. But what repair wilt thou, unhappy Thames, Afford our loss? thy dull unactive streams Can no new beauty raise, nor yet restore Her who by thee was ravish'd from our shore: Whose death hath stain'd the glory of thy flood, And mix'd the guilty channel with her blood. O Neptune! was thy favour only writ In that loose element where thou dost sit? That, after all this time, thou shouldst repent Thy fairest blessing to the continent? Say, what could urge this Fate? is Thetis dead, Or Amphitrite from thy wet arms fled? Wast thou so poor in Nymphs, that thy moist love Must be maintain'd with pensions from above? If none of these, but that, whilst thou didst sleep Upon thy sandy pillow in the deep, This mischief stole upon us; may our grief Waken thy just revenge on that sly thief, Who, in thy fluid empire, without leave, And unsuspected, durst her life bereave. Henceforth, invert thy order, and provide In gentlest floods a pilot for our guide. Let rugged seas be lov'd, but the brook's smile Shunn'd like the courtship of a crocodile; And where the current doth most smoothly pass, Think for her sake, that stream Death's looking glass, To show us our destruction is most near, When pleasure hath begot least sense of fear. Else break thy forked sceptre 'gainst some rock, If thou endure a flatt'ring calm to mock Thy far-fam'd pow'r, and violate that law Which keeps the angry Ocean in awe. Thy trident will grow useless, which doth still Wild tempests, if thou let tame rivers kill. Meantime, we owe thee nothing. Our first debt Lies cancell'd in thy wat'ry cabinet. We have for Her thou sent'st us from the main, Return'd a Venus back to thee again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE THRESHER by WILLIAM MEREDITH EX-VOTO FOR A SHIPWRECK by AIME CESAIRE CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST AFTER THE SHIPWRECK by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SIBYLLA'S DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE by WILLIAM COWPER A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) |
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