The Lost Galleon (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Her decks are drowned in sea-wrack, her guns are sunk in sand,Where she lies in the still water, hard by ...
Her decks are drowned in sea-wrack, her guns are sunk in sand,Where she lies in the still water, hard by ...
You who have seen the foam upon bright wrecksOf stately ships that never come to port,Where sea-things crawl upon those ...
Roses in silken bouillon:Opening onto the azure silkA line of cabins on a yellow bed -Shells of Aphrodite.Who wouldn't feel ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
Goodbye, lady in Bangor, who sent me snapshots of yourself, after definitely hinting you were beautiful; goodbye, Miami Beach urologist, ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
The boards of the cabins against the wind off the ocean sanded and buffeted boards bent to the touch The ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Fridayâ?" so help me Jesusâ?"then made funny too the other, further one. ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight, A-purpose to revisit the old claim. I kept thinking mighty ...
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
The air is a mill of hooks -- Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably ...
Thoughts, go your way home. Embrace, depths of the soul and the sea. In my view, it is stupid to ...
I'd tear like a wolf at bureaucracy. For mandates my respect's but the slightest. To the devil himself I'd chuck ...
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