The Camp Fires of the Past (Rex Ingamells Poems)
A thousand, thousand camp fires every night,in ages gone, would twinkle to the darkfrom crest and valley in the rolling ...
A thousand, thousand camp fires every night,in ages gone, would twinkle to the darkfrom crest and valley in the rolling ...
A stormy light of sunset glows and glares Between two banks of cloud, and o'er the brine Thy fair lamp on the ...
Because a little vagrant wind veered south from China Sea;Or else, because a sun-spot stirred; and yet again, maybeBecause some ...
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;Meaning, however, is no great matter) ...
To St. John PerseOnce more the country callsFrom sleep, as from his doom,Each citizen to takeHis modest stakeWhere the sky ...
He has learnt the ways of the ships at seaIn most of the sorts of ships there be, —In most ...
The ships that trade foreign, to London they bearTheir cargoes unnumbered both common and rare,Their bales and their gunny-sacks, tea-chests ...
I ain't no glutton for work, said Bill, "though I done my whack in my day,An' I'd never say 'No' ...
The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail,And the poor old horse stood whisking his tail,For there never was seen ...
"HOW long it seems since that mild April night, When, leaning from the window, you and I Heard, clearly ...
Oh, it is not in the papers and we cannot always knowWhere to find the Silent Service whose address is ...
Great captains of the bygone days, — Whose spirits 'mid our spirits lurk, —Who fearless trod the ocean ways, Look ...
Sky is such softness, is such dark,Mt as the pelt of a black panther isIn his den's bight. Under the ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
"Where have you been this while away, Johnnie, Johnnie?" 'Long with the rest on a picnic lay, Johnnie, my Johnnie, ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
Dawn off the Foreland--the young flood making Jumbled and short and steep-- Black in the hollows and bright where it's ...
OH prophetic bird so bright, Blossom-songster, cuckoo bight! In the fairest time of year, Dearest bird, oh! deign to hear ...
Henry, edged, decidedly, made up stories lighting the past of Henry, of his glorious present, and his hoaries, all the ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
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