Cleveland’s Song (Sir Walter Scott Poems)
Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear,Has left its last soft tone with you,-Its next must join the seaward cheer,And shout ...
Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear,Has left its last soft tone with you,-Its next must join the seaward cheer,And shout ...
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Composed at Stroud A.A. Co. Establishment StationNew South Wales.Composed and written October 23rd day, Anno 1839You prisoners of New South ...
Once on a time there was a man so hideous and ugly That little children shrank and tried to ...
Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake,In the stately Morichal,Sat an ancient Spanish Indian,Peering through the columns tall.Watching vainly for the ...
'TWAS midst the battle's echoing dinAnd the cannon's thundering roar,When brave men fought to die or winAnd the decks ran ...
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an' boundless west;I'd kill ...
The "Valiant" was a noble bark As ever ploughed the sea,A noble crew she also had ...
The face of the precipice is black with lovers;The sun above them is a bag of nails; the spring'sFirst rivers ...
Once there was a Pirate Poodle, And he sailed the briny seas From the land of Yankee Doodle Southward to ...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an' boundless west; I'd ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
Oh, I should like to ride the seas, A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind ...
'Twas about the beginning of the present century, Bill Bowls was pressed, and sent to sea; And conveyed on board ...
'Twas about the beginning of the past century Billy Bowls was pressed into the British Navy, And conveyed on board ...
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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