Titanic
Upon the tinkling splintery battlements Which swing and tumble south in ghostly white Behemoth rushes blindly from the night, Behemoth whom we have praised on instruments Dulcet and shrill and impudent with vents: Behemoth whose huge body was our delight And miracle, wallows where there is no light, Shattered and crumpled and torn with pitiful rents. O towers of steel and masts that gored the moon, On you we blazoned our pomp and lust and pelf, And we have died like excellent proud kings Who take death nobly if it come late or soon: For our high souls are mirrors of Himself, Though our great wonders are His littlest things.
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"Upon the tinkling splintery battlements..."
This evocative piece by Thomas William Hodgson Crosland, titled "Titanic", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...