Kapiolani (John Oxenham Poems)
Where the great green combers break in thunder on the barrier reefs,--Where, unceasing, sounds the mighty diapason of the deep,--Ringed ...
Where the great green combers break in thunder on the barrier reefs,--Where, unceasing, sounds the mighty diapason of the deep,--Ringed ...
(_Dedicated to the Men in the United States Life-saving Service_.)When the Lord breathes his wrath above the bosom of the ...
Out beyond the sunset could I but find the way,Is a sleepy blue laguna which widens to a bay,And there's ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
I Spring found us early that eventful year, Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way The bitterness ...
There are some that long for a limpid lake by a blue Italian shore, Or a palm-grove out where the ...
Somewhere in the middle of the ocean every lost riverSorts itself out, reassembles, each picks its own threadWith its one ...
What says the Lizard, Swinging high his shining spear? . . ."Pass along, my lady, I've known, ye ...
I OFTEN wander on the beach Where once, so brown of limb, The biting air, the roaring surf Summoned me ...
Sunrise tumbling in like a surf,A foam of petals, curling thousands, lightly crumblingAway into light.Waking to this, how could the ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Be well assured that on our side The abiding oceans fight, Though headlong wind and heaping tide Make us their ...
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
The Song of Mowgli -- I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done. Shere ...
I'm scared a lonely. Never see my son, easy be not to see anyone, combers out to sea know they're ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
AMONG the bumble-bees in red-top hay, a freckled field of brown-eyed Susans dripping yellow leaves in July, I read your ...
I THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Lincoln Park Shrivels in the sun by day when the ...
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