Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE CRICKET, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The chiming seas may clang; and Last Line: Thou poor plebeian minstrel of the hearth. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Crickets; Sea; Singing & Singers; Ocean | ||||||||
THE chiming seas may clang; and Tubal Cain May clink his tinkling metals as he may; Or Pan may sit and pipe his breath away; Or Orpheus wake his most entrancing strain Till not a note of melody remain! -- But thou, O cricket, with thy roundelay, Shalt laugh them all to scorn! So wilt thou, pray Trill me thy glad song o'er and o'er again: I shall not weary; there is purest worth In thy sweet prattle, since it sings the lone Heart home again. Thy warbling hath no dearth Of childish memories -- no harsher tone Than we might listen to in gentlest mirth, Thou poor plebeian minstrel of the hearth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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