The Sea (Bryan Waller Procter Poems)
THE SEA! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, ...
THE SEA! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, ...
OH, the moon shines bright, and we sail to-night, And we're bound for Sourabaya! So it's 'Farewell, Jane!' for we're ...
Dolphins under and sea-gulls over The surge and shift of the dipping tide, And you, my rover, my blithe ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean, The blue pool in the old garden, More than five thousand ...
The clock is silent nowadays clocks no longer need to make that rhythmic sound of life. We have moved on ...
The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides ...
I -- A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under ...
I There all the golden codgers lay, There the silver dew, And the great water sighed for love, And the ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
These dolphins twisting each on either side For joy leapt upp, and gazing there abide; And whereas other waters fish ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
Far o'er the waves my lofty Bark shall glide, Love's frequent sighs the flutt'ring sails shall swell, While to my ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping To sight, ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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