Bridegroom Dick (Herman Melville Poems)
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
HERE by this midland lake, the sand-shored waterThat pulses with no sea-tide heart, where the grainOf a nation pauses on ...
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
The sun is high, the seaside air is sharp,And salty light reveals the Mayan School.The Irish hope their names are ...
We, too, have autumns, when our leaves Drop loosely through the dampened air,When all our good seems bound in sheaves, And we ...
One moonlit night a ship drove in, A ghost ship from the west,Drifting with bare mast and lone tiller, Like a mermaid ...
As the boundless main,As constant were your words to me, andAs shallow, so'Tis I, yes I, whoIs beached upon regret!(Ise)
Somewhere I read, in an old book whose name Is gone from me, I read that when the days Of ...
Sphinx, down whose rugged face The sliding centuries their furrows cleave By sun and frost and cloud-burst; scarce ...
The typical tidal range, or difference in sea level between high and low tides, in the open ocean is about ...
Think of our blindness where the water burned! Are we so certain that those wings, returned And turning, we had ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
Like whales beached on the sand covered in the dunes each car, like an archaeological dig ancient Egypt a treasure ...
I thought of how a whale's white ribs could choke the sky's blue neck, massive vertebrae half-buried in sand, and ...
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men ...
Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles, one a hack's hired prose, I earn me exile. I trudge this sickle, moonlit beach ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
The eyelids meet. He'll catch a little nap. The grizzled, crew-cut head drops to his chest. It shakes above the ...
And I solemnly swear on the chill of secrecy that I know you not, this room never, the swollen dress ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
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