Over the Sea our Galleys Went (Robert Browning Poem)
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
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