When @3Gullion@1 di'd (who knowes not @3Gullion?@1) And his dry soule ariu'd at @3Acheron,@1 He faire besought the Feryman of hell, That he might drinke to dead @3Pantagruel. Charon@1 was fraide leaste thirsty @3Gullion,@1 Would haue drunke dry the riuer @3Acheron.@1 Yet last consented for a little hyre, And downe he dips his chops deepe in the myre, And drinks, and drinks, and swallows in the streame Vntill the shallow shores all naked seeme. Yet still he drinkes, nor can the @3Botemans@1 cries, Nor crabbed ores, nor praiers make him rise. So long he drinkes, till the blacke @3Carauel,@1 Stands still fast grauel'd on the mud of hell. There stand they still, nor can goe, nor retyre, Tho greedie ghosts quicke passage did require. Yet stand they still, as tho they lay at rode, Till @3Gullion@1 his bladder would vnlode. They stand, and wait, and pray for that good houre: Which when it came, they sailed to the shore. But neuer since dareth the @3Feryman@1 Once intertaine the ghost of @3Gullian.@1 Drinke on drie soule, and pledge sir @3Gullian:@1 Drinke to all healths, but drinke not to thine owne @3Desunt nonnulla.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRY CHILD by JOHN ANSTER THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE TO THE NIGHTINGALE by JOHN MILTON CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN (IN THE DORIC MANNER) by JONATHAN SWIFT |