A few poems have caught
my attention this semester as we have moved forward. Casabianca is a traditional,
classic poem. I think that it deserves literary merit because it is well known
and liked. I, not really being a fan of poetry like I mentioned in a different
post, actually enjoyed this poem.
Something about the
depth of the poem and the emotion that is felt as the young boy in the story
dies with the ship. Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright
he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though child-like form.
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though child-like form.
The flames rolled on–he
would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud–'say,
Father, say
If yet my task is done?'
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
If yet my task is done?'
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
'Speak, father!' once
again he cried,
'If I may yet be gone!'
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
'If I may yet be gone!'
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt
their breath,
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death
In still yet brave despair.
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once
more aloud,
'My father! must I stay?'
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
'My father! must I stay?'
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapt the ship in
splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of
thunder sound–
The boy–oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!–
The boy–oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!–
With mast, and helm, and
pennon fair,
That well had borne their part–
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.
That well had borne their part–
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.
“The flames rolled on–he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud–'say, Father,
say
If yet my task is done?'”
If yet my task is done?'”
In this work there also
some good consonance used. “but the booming” we really hear that b- sound
coming out. “ship the splendor” would be another good example of consonance. A few
others would be: “father, faint”, “fast the flames” and “he had”.
The last two lines of
the poem I feel are a powerful ending and sum up the poem wonderfully as a
whole. The author lets us remember and/or think that the boy was nobler than
the ship or his other crewmates. When I read this poem, I image a young pirate
boy, being loyal until the end.
“But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.”
Was that young faithful heart.”
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