The Ballad of Louis Wagner (John Perreault Poems)
The fog peers in the windows, passes 'neath the lampsSettles in the doorways and huddles from the dampSlips inside the ...
The fog peers in the windows, passes 'neath the lampsSettles in the doorways and huddles from the dampSlips inside the ...
I. ANNISQUAM Old days, old ways, old homes beside the sea; Old gardens with old-fashioned flowers aflame, Poppy, petunia, and many a name Of many ...
CAPE ARUNDEL, KENNEBUNKPORT, MAINE.JUST back from a beach of sand and shells,And shingle the tides leave oozy and dank,Summer and ...
A shallow stream, from fountainsDeep in the Sandwich mountains, Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;And, between its flood-torn shores,Sped by sail or ...
I.THROUGH the streets of MarbleheadFast the red-winged terror sped;Blasting, withering, on it came,With its hundred tongues of flame,Where St. Michael's ...
BEING INVITED FROM CALAIS TO BOULOGNE, TO EAT A PIG.All on a weeping Monday, With a fat vulgarian sloven, Little admiral John To ...
The Beautiful City! ForeverIts rapturous praises resound;We fain would behold it-- but neverA glimpse of its dory is found:We slacken ...
The fog was so thick yer could cut it 'Thout reachin' a foot over-side,The dory she'd nose up ter butt it, And ...
LINES , in addition to the treasureOf poesy, culled for the pleasureOf beau and belle and gentle dame,When seated round ...
Little bare feet, sunburned and brown,Patterin', patterin' up and down,Dancin' over the kitchen floor,Light as the foam-flakes on the shore,--Right ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. A Consultation of Physicians. Dear mother, my time has been ...
They are buffeting out in the bitter grey weather,—Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!—Sea-lark singing to Golden ...
It stole in on us like a foot-pad,Somewhere out of the sea and air,Heavy with rifling PolarisAnd the Seven Stars.It ...
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn Under the hand of the village barber, And her in the angle ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
And I solemnly swear on the chill of secrecy that I know you not, this room never, the swollen dress ...
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold, Enough to make one's blood run cold; Concerning four fishermen cast ...
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