Sonnets of the Empire: Hawk (Archibald Thomas Strong Poems)
Great sea dog, fighter in the great old way! What though thy ships were tinder, and the pest Rotted thy ...
Great sea dog, fighter in the great old way! What though thy ships were tinder, and the pest Rotted thy ...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
In Ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the ...
When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, Rode stately through the half-manned fleet, From every ship about her way She ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
The fire already raging the land, scorched, charred. Dig out the hydrants, clear them, access send the crews, shovels at ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red -- And Crews -- of solid Blood -- Did place ...
Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere; My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my ...
IT blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year; The boats are on the sea and the crews ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
'Twas on a Sunday morning, and in the year of 1888, The steamer "Saxmundham," laden with coal and coke for ...
O Pride of the days in prime of the months Now trebled in great renown, When before the ark of ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
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