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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WRECKED LOCOMOTIVE, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: It lies upon the rocks, a shattered thing Last Line: And this thin gloaming thickens into night. Subject(s): Disasters; Railroad Wrecks; Train Wrecks | |||
IT lies upon the rocks, a shattered thing, Here where the valley flood ripped up the rails, No more the hound that on these modern trails Leaped at the whipping steam's fire-furied sting, And scented toward the cities as on wing; Unwarned, unchecked, with weird, half-human wails, As some cliff-driven beast of ancient tales, It plunged to ruin past all reckoning: And on the heap, his face unfrowned by fear, Calm as a man of marble and as white, Gripping the throttle, lies the engineer Who fell to sleep on his last, frantic flight; While overhead the solemn stars appear And this thin gloaming thickens into night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE GREAT NORTHERN by ROBERT HEDIN THE TAY BRIDGE DISEASTER by WILLIAM MCGONAGALL TRAINWRECKED SOLDIERS by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS THE ENGINEER'S SIGNAL by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON THE LATE SHIFT by PATRICK MACGILL WITH THE BREAKDOWN SQUAD by PATRICK MACGILL SAVING A TRAIN by WILLIAM MCGONAGALL THE ASHTABULA DISASTER by JULIA A. MOORE THE MAN IN THE CAB by NIXON WATERMAN A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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