1620-1920 (Le Baron Russell Briggs Poems)
BEFORE him rolls the dark, relentless ocean;Behind him stretch the cold and barren sands;Wrapt in the mantle of his deep ...
BEFORE him rolls the dark, relentless ocean;Behind him stretch the cold and barren sands;Wrapt in the mantle of his deep ...
Kept up by relays of generations youngNever dies at halyards the blithe chorus sung;While in sands, sounds, and seas where ...
Oh, a sailor hasn't much to brag —An oilskin suit and a dunnage bag.But, howsoever humble he be,By the Living ...
Down at Devine's Hotel — where night and dayThe noises of the harbour find their way,The endless stir of ships ...
By Chinese Charley's junk-store, by the Panama Saloon,Where 'longshore loafers lean and spit, at morning, night, and noon, —All among ...
WHERE are now the Captains Of the narrow ships of old Who with valiant souls went seeking For the Fabled ...
I've been dreamin',Of a randy, dandy clipper with her tops'ls set,Pitchin' heavy down the westin' with the leeches wet.Bill Newland, ...
What says the Lizard, Swinging high his shining spear? . . ."Pass along, my lady, I've known, ye ...
"A great while ago there was a schoolboy who lived in a cottage by the sea,And the very first thing ...
She's a Liverpool ship, an' becalmed on the Line;Ain't it hell when a Liverpool sailor must dine?Salt pork an' pea ...
NOW at the window, side by side, We sit and take our ease, And watch the ebb and flow of ...
By the old Pagoda Anchorage they lay full fifteen strong,And their spars were like a forest, and their names were ...
By Murphy's Hotel as I loitered alongI heard an old shellback a-singing his song,A crazy old chorus, a song of ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
They don't want to be your hedge, Your barrier, your living wall, the no-go Go-between between your property And the ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
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