On a Friend’s Escape from Drowning off the Norfolk Coast (George Barker Poems)
Came up that cold sea at Cromer like a running graveBeside him as he struckWildly towards the shore, but the ...
Came up that cold sea at Cromer like a running graveBeside him as he struckWildly towards the shore, but the ...
THE dreamer cried, ((Oh, that it once were mineO build a song that should defy the years-One that should lift ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
1660At last the long darkness of anarchy lifts, and the dawn o'er the grayIn rosy pulsation floods; the tremulous amber ...
SOUND not the Horn!--the guarded relic keep: A faithful sharer of its master's sleep: His life it gladden'd--to his life ...
Bicycle, my bicycle, that liest where I lie, I've merely strained a tendon, but your time has come to die. ...
Oh, I came singing down the road Whereon was nought perplext me,And Pan with Art ...
Hail, glorious morning of Columbia's birth, Celestial dawn of freedom! There shall be In recognition of thy wondrous worth ...
Her decks are drowned in sea-wrack, her guns are sunk in sand,Where she lies in the still water, hard by ...
They told me I had three months to live,So I crept to Bernadotte,And sat by the mill for hours and ...
From the woods and the glossy green, With the wild thyme strewn;From the rivers whose crisped sheen Is kissed by ...
Leave me my dreams, and I shall not repine; Youth's eager hours, love's restless holiday. Leave me my dreams, a ...
-still her gray rocks tower above the seaThat crouches at their feet, a conquered wave;'Tis a rough land of earth, ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Author Note: In Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay ...
They told me I had three months to live, So I crept to Bernadotte, And sat by the mill for ...
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