Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LAST OF THE EURYDICE, by JOSEPH NOEL PATON Poem Explanation First Line: The training-ship eurydice Last Line: Only an hour from home! Subject(s): Eurydice (ship) | ||||||||
THE training-ship Eurydice -- As tight a craft, I ween, As ever bore brave men who lov'd Their country and their queen -- Built when a ship, sir, was a ship, And not a steam-machine. Six months or more she had been out Cruising the Indian sea; And now, with all her canvas bent -- A fresh breeze blowing free -- Up Channel in her pride she came, The brave Eurydice. On Saturday it was we saw The English cliffs appear, And fore and aft, from man and boy, Uprang one mighty cheer; While many a rough-and-ready hand Dash'd off the gathering tear. We saw the heads of Dorset rise Fair in the Sabbath sun; We mark'd each hamlet gleaming white, The church spires, one by one; We thought we heard the church bells ring To hail our voyage done. "Only an hour from Spithead, lads: Only an hour from home!" So sang the captain's cheery voice As we spurn'd the ebbing foam; And each young sea-dog's heart sang back "Only an hour from home!" No warning ripple crisp'd the wave To tell of danger nigh; Nor looming rack, nor driving scud -- From out a smiling sky, With sound as of the trump of doom, The squall broke suddenly. A hurricane of wind and snow From off the Shanklin shore; It caught us in its blinding whirl One instant, and no more; For, ere we dream'd of trouble near, All earthly hope was o'er. No time to shorten sail, -- no time To change the vessel's course; The storm had caught her crowded masts With swift, resistless force. Only one shrill, despairing cry Rose o'er the tumult hoarse. And broadside the great ship went down, Amid the swirling foam; And with her nigh four hundred men Went down, in sight of home, (Fletcher and I alone were sav'd) Only an hour from home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPITAL SQUARE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON THE FORLORN ONE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LIFE AND YOU by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN PICTOR IGNOTUS by ROBERT BROWNING AN EXCUSE FOR SO MUCH WRIT UPON MY VERSES by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH |
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