The Glory of Ships (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
I think of thee, when golden sunbeams shimmer Across the sea; And when the waves reflect the moon's pale glimmer, ...
Travelling on the thumb, it wasn't hard to do, you took the rides that you could get with no regrets ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
(Matthew, xiii.3) Ye sons of earth prepare the plough, Break up your fallow ground; The sower is gone forth to ...
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I ...
I stood upon a highway, And, behold, there came Many strange peddlers. To me each one made gestures, Holding forth ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The year begins with war. Our bombs fall day and night, Hour after hour, by death Abroad appeasing wrath, Folly, ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
They pointed me out on the highway, and they said 'That man has a curious way of holding his head.' ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
highway dancing during a long day of running my thumb, carrying me nowhere grew tired, a sunset and beauty carved ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
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