The William P. Frye (Jeanne Robert Foster Poems)
I saw her first abreast the Boston LightAt anchor; she had just come in, turned head,And sent her hawsers creaking, ...
I saw her first abreast the Boston LightAt anchor; she had just come in, turned head,And sent her hawsers creaking, ...
Oh, Scotty, have you visited the Picture Gallery,And did you see the portraits of the King and Queen and me?The ...
Mother Carey? She's the mother o' the witches'N' all them sort o' rips;She's a fine gell to look at, but ...
"TO-DAY, since Zeppelins are in the air,And folks glance skywards as they go their ways,Let us hark back a bit ...
"When I'm discharged at Liverpool 'n' draws my bit o' pay,I won't come to sea no more;I'll court a pretty ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale,The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their ...
A TALE. JACK HARDY long for lovely NANCY Had sigh'd sincere, on sea and shore;She danc'd, she sung, she drest ...
In the days when every seaport had its figureheads to show —Queens, princesses, sea-nymphs, witches, girls of all sorts, row ...
I WAS a youth of studious mind, Fair Science was my mistress kind, And held me with attraction chemic; No ...
When I was a lad and went to seaIn Seventy-seven or six maybe,There was ten tall ships on MerseysideDid sail ...
Go, patter to lubbers and swabs, do ye see,'Bout danger, and fear, and the like;A water-tight boat and good sea-room ...
I. Sylvia, methinks you are unfit Sylvia, methinks you are unfit For your great Lord's embrace; For tho' we all ...
Yonder she sails on her paper sea —Masts just a trifle too tall, maybe —Chain-plates and whiskers, all, in short,That ...
Bright plates and pannikinsTo sail the seas around,And a new donkey's breakfastFor the outward bound! Shanghaied in San FranciscoWe brought ...
Whereas, good friend, it doth appear You do possess the notion To his awhile away from here To ...
Shipmates o' mine, are you sleeping fair an' sound, Mates fair an' foul, friend an' foe,Lyin' where lost ships ...
Proud with the spoils of royal cully, With false pretence to wit and parts, She swaggers like a batter'd bully ...
Sir Humphrey DavyAbominated gravy.He lived in the odiumOf having discovered sodium.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
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