The Iliad: Book 1 (Homer Poems)
Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that broughtcountless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul ...
Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that broughtcountless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul ...
Three days through sapphire seas we sailed, The steady Trade blew strong and free,The Northern Light his banners paled,The Ocean Stream ...
All day they loitered by the resting ships,Telling their beauties over, taking stock;At night the verdict left my messmate's lips,"The ...
HIS name was Chance, Jack Chance, he said,And that his family was dead.He was a lucid fool, his eyesWere cool ...
I saw her first abreast the Boston Light At 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, ...
Now we are the rodent mariners,As nobody needs be told,For there's no mistaking our nautical airs,Our rolling eyes and bold;And ...
And I would have you clad like dominoesIn every stripe and lozenge you would dare,A gauged discord, irregular and clair,Or ...
Long lines of ships at moorings used to lieBesides the wharves of 'Frisco. All the dayThe chipping hammers rang upon ...
A ship there sailed in the nitrate trade,And she went by the name of the Captive Maid . . .Built ...
In a breaker's yard by the Millwall Docks,With its piled-up litter of sheaveless blocks,Stranded hawsers and links of cable,A cabin ...
I crossed the gangway in the winter's raining,Late in the night, when it was dreary dark;The only sounds the rain's ...
Written from the Plymouth where portentous mistPasses its hands across the tattered theatres'Faces, hit houses hate to hate but must;Recumbent ...
With saucy air and curtly hail;With rakish stern and meager crew,They bristle up beneath the rail,And warp the giant liners ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
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