The Ocean Liner (Peter McArthur Poems)
LIKE some bewildered monster of the deep,Groping to freedom through the baffling tide,She blunders forth, while nuzzling at her sideThe ...
LIKE some bewildered monster of the deep,Groping to freedom through the baffling tide,She blunders forth, while nuzzling at her sideThe ...
'TIS done--the night has pass'd away; And, basking in the sunny day, The laughing fountain's waters bear No record of ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
FRIEND, gliding near me on life's widening stream,In whose long wake star-spangled ripples gleam,And from whose prow the pioneering lightKeenly ...
1st November, 1837Another bright summer for ever has fled.And the song of the warblers is silent and dead;The heavens are ...
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)Brown foundling of the Western wood, Babe of primeval wildernesses!Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and ...
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed; By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed; By foreign hands thy humble ...
I stand aloft on the balcony, The starlings around me crying, And let like maenad my hair stream free ...
As I stand by the cross on the lone mountain's crest, Looking over the ultimate sea,In the gloom of ...
A larger Argo ploughs our clearer blue!Your Zephyr won no such auroral brideAs her I woo! The South is whence ...
(For Alden March) With drooping sail and pennant That never a wind may reach, They float in sunless waters Beside ...
POET. O A NEW song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind's ...
LO! the unbounded sea! On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails-an ample Ship, carrying even her moonsails; ...
1 TO-DAY a rude brief recitative, Of ships sailing the Seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal; Of unnamed ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
I AM like one that for long days had sate, With seaward eyes set keen against the gale, On some ...
As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still look'd back To that ...
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A ...
The fear of perjuring herself turned into a tacit Admission of her guilt. Yet she had the skill And the ...
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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