Tie the Knot Tightly (Henry Clay Work Poems)
"Launching our from the ship—ha, ha! courtship—Oh the misty matrimonial sea,Let the cable hang lightly,but tie the knot tightly."So the ...
"Launching our from the ship—ha, ha! courtship—Oh the misty matrimonial sea,Let the cable hang lightly,but tie the knot tightly."So the ...
The sea here used to lookAs if many convicts had built it,Standing deep in their ankle chains,Ankle-deep in the water, ...
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Composed at Stroud A.A. Co. Establishment StationNew South Wales.Composed and written October 23rd day, Anno 1839You prisoners of New South ...
Now, all intent to emigrate,Come listen to the doleful fate,Which did befall to me of late,When I went to the ...
Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains. ...
In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame. My decent friends and parents, they will ...
I was convicted by the lawsOf England's hostile crown,Conveyed across those swelling seasIn slavery's fetters bound.For ever banished from that ...
Farewell to old England for ever,Farewell to my rum culls as well,Farewell to the well-known Old Bailey.Where I used for ...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
Severe against the pleasant arc of sky The great stone box is cruelly displayed. The street becomes more dreary from ...
Our record convicts us sins of omission as well where we should stand up unjust silence instead Our call from ...
The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon ...
YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells-you sentenced assassins, chain'd and hand-cuff'd with iron; Who am I, ...
1 O sight of shame, and pain, and dole! O fearful thought-a convict Soul! RANG the refrain along the hall, ...
What puts me in a rage is The sight of cursed cages Where singers of the sky Perch hop instead ...
'and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence' -- George Eliot, Middlemarch Dead ...
I wish I could, like some, forget, and never anguish, nor regret, dismissive, free to roam the street, no matter ...
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