The Pirates (DuBose Heyward Poems)
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
1295So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and painRose from her ancient hills, and peace ...
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
Opening the mists on a sudden through,An Avenue!Then, all one ferment of varied gold,With foam of plumes where the chamfrom ...
Perched on a dead volcanic pile,Now charted as a submerged peak,Near to a moon-washed coral isle,A hundred leagues from Mozambique,Three ...
All alone I went a-walking by the London Docks one day,For to see the ships discharging in the basins where ...
A ship there sailed in the nitrate trade,And she went by the name of the Captive Maid . . .Built ...
A ship there was, and she went to sea(Away O, my Clyde-built clipper!)In eighteen hundred and seventy-three,Fine in the lines ...
Stormy's dead, I heard them say, "he's dead and gone to rest";Of all the skippers I have known old Stormy ...
The war god calls, whate'er befalls His orders must be filled, Though work may stop in mine ...
'Er keel was laid in Seventy-four,Let 'er go — let 'er go!They built 'er cheap, an' they scamped 'er sore,'Er ...
If I'd got to choose aloneOne of all the freights I've known —All my cargoes live and dead,Bacon pigs and ...
O rivers rolling to the seaFrom lands that bear the maple-tree, How swell your voices with the strainOf loyalty and ...
Nigh the mouldering staitheWhere the lads came to bathe,And the tidal river as it passesLicks with salty lipsThe wiry grassesWhere ...
Side by side near the road they stand Like grave old men grown wise with years,Veterans twain in this forest ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
In the naked bed, in Plato's cave, Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall, Carpenters hammered under the shaded window, Wind ...
THE Kings go by with jewled crowns; Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many. The sack of ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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