Father Come Home (Billy Bennett Poems)
Father, dear Father, come home with me nowThe clock in the steeple strikes oneWe've got dover soles, lemon soles, camisoles, ...
Father, dear Father, come home with me nowThe clock in the steeple strikes oneWe've got dover soles, lemon soles, camisoles, ...
'Tis better far to wear awayIn honest strong endeavor,Than idly rust in slow decayAnd work and labor never;By honest toil ...
The scout sat in the cactus shadeHe labored mightilyThat he did try to take a shitWas very plain to see. ...
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, ...
Tug at the net,Haul at the net,Strip off the quivering fish;Hid in the mistThe winds whist,Is like my heart's wish.What ...
Thoo has no call to worry;Theer's niver, niver a oneIn ony dale, fur me, but theeSin' Time itsen begun:As Yore ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
I'll tell you the story of Jonah, A really remarkable tale; A peaceful and humdrum existence he had Until one ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
When your marrer bone seems 'oller, And you're glad you ain't no taller, And you're all a-shakin' like you 'ad ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
I swim near summer shadows glide over dappled shoals keeping to the fluid shallows reminiscent of the womb where I ...
Another armored animal--scale lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they form the uninterrupted central tail-row! This near artichoke with head ...
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