AND art thou shipp'd, friend Doggerel! -- get thee gone, Thou pest of Helicon. Now for an hurricane to bang thy sides, Curst wood, in which he rides! An east-wind tear thy cables, crack thy oars, While every billow roars. With such a wind let all the Ocean swell As wafted Noll to Hell: No friendly star o'er all the Sea appear While thou be'st there; Nor kinder destiny there mayst thou meet Than the proud Grecian Fleet, When Pallas did their Admiral destroy Return'd from ruin'd Troy. Methinks I see the mariners faint, and thee Look somewhat scurvily: Thou call'st on Jove, as if great Jove had time To mind thy Grub-street Rhyme, When the proud waves their heads to Heav'n do rear Himself scarce free from fear: Well! If the Gods should thy wreck'd carcase share To beasts or fowls of th' air, I'll sacrifice to them, that they may know I can be civil too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE MEROPE; A TRAGEDY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE ARCTIC LOVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A HINT TO CHRISTIAN POETS by JOHN BYROM OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 4 by THOMAS CAMPION |