Seascape (Francis Brett Young Poems)
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
It was down across the BrazosThat we rounded up to start,With about five thousand cattleFor the busy Kansas mart;There were ...
Honor to woman! To her it is givenTo garden the earth with the roses of heaven! All blessed, she linketh ...
THE captive pirate sate alone,Musing over triumphs gone,Gazing on the clear blue skyFrom his dungeon window high.Dreamingly he sate, and ...
One evening as I sat beside the sea, A little rippling wave stole up to me, And whispered ...
There is a spot, far from the world's uproar, Amid great mountains,Where softly sleeps a lake, to whose still shore ...
Canto I.XXVIII.The day had fled, the moon arose,Night straight began with evening's close—A night whose calm and silvery sheenBefitted well ...
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?'T is a pitiful sound to hear!It seems to chill you through and ...
'Tis a song of the Never Never land- Set to the tune of a scorching gale On the sandhills red, ...
NOW at the window, side by side, We sit and take our ease, And watch the ebb and flow of ...
The other night while we lay musing, and our weary brain confusing o'er the topics of the day,Suddenly we heard ...
The angel and the girl are metEarth was the only meeting place.For the embodied never yetTravelled beyond the shore of ...
Falling, falling—gently falling,Pattering on the window pane,Like a weird spirit callingCome the heavy drops of rain.Sweeping by the crazy casement,Where ...
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"? 'T is a pitiful sound to hear! It seems to chill you ...
Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one: to her I send the coffin of lightest ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours ...
Honor to woman! To her it is given To garden the earth with the roses of heaven! All blessed, she ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
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