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...EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CEMETERY BY THE SEA by PAUL VALERY CINQUAIN: SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE MOON by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES UPON THE DEATH OF THE LORD HASTINGS by JOHN DRYDEN |