The Seizure Of Cyprus Brig In Recherche Bay, Aug., 1829 (Francis McNamara Poems)
Come all you sons of Freedom, a chorus join with me,I'll sing a song of heroes, and glorious liberty.Some lads ...
Come all you sons of Freedom, a chorus join with me,I'll sing a song of heroes, and glorious liberty.Some lads ...
Old tales of valour fire our bloodBut this, the bravest deed I knowIs written of our modern times,No myth of ...
DEAD AT PITTSFIELD, MASS., 1876O poor Romancer--thou whose printed page,Filled with rude speech and ruder forms of strife,Was given to ...
'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.He ...
THROUGH twelve stout generationsNew England blood I boast;The stubborn pastures bred them,The grim, uncordial coast,Sedate and proud old cities,—Loved well ...
Ah nuts! It's boring reading French newspapers in New York as if I were a Colonial waiting for my gin ...
WHENEVER you meet with a man from homeWho laughs at the falls and the fences here,Who tells you of crackers ...
(sign at a railroad crossing in Kenya) In a poem, one line may hide another line, As at a crossing, ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
The stirring of emotion of the wisdom of the young recognizing the sacrifice of our sons and daughters of our ...
As we look at human history in every era, every nation each one claiming Christ as we went into battle ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
Kind o'er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, White o'er the playpen the sheen of her dress, Fresh from the bathroom ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
I was a Poet! But I did not know it, Neither did my Mother, Nor my Sister nor my Brother. ...
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the 22nd of June, Her Majesty's Diamond Jubilee in London caused a ...
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