The Mariner’s Cave (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Once on a time there walked a mariner, That had been shipwrecked;—on a lonely shore,And the green water made a restless ...
Once on a time there walked a mariner, That had been shipwrecked;—on a lonely shore,And the green water made a restless ...
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down ...
A West Australian Bushman's StoryWell, mate, you've asked about a fellowYou met to-day, in a black-and-yellowChain-gang suit, with a peddler's ...
Do you know the town Pembroke so loyal and longAnd so worthy the praise of a poet in song?Nestled down ...
Hear the chorus in that tie-up, runch, ger- runch, and runch and runch!---There's a row of honest critters! Does me good to ...
I don't believe in 'ristercrats An' never did, you see; The plain ol' homelike sorter folks Is good enough fur me. O' course, I ...
Along the avenue I pass Huge piles of wood and stone, And glance at each amorphous mass, Whose cumbrous weight has crushed the ...
OH, dere's lots o' keer an' troubleIn dis world to swaller down;An' ol' Sorrer's purty livelyIn her way o' gittin' ...
Just a simple little picture of a sunny country road Leading down beside the ocean's pebbly shore,Where a pair of patient ...
When in the mask of night there shone that cut,we were riddled. A probe reached downand stroked some nerve in ...
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
I shut my eyes to rest 'em, just a bit ago it seems,An' back among the Cotswolds I ...
You can rig up a house with all manner of things,The prayer rugs of sultans and princes and kings;You can ...
MAN needs no dread unwonted Avatar The secrets of the heavenly host to show; From waves of light, their lustrous ...
SEE, dear, what thy lover brings; 'Tis the flower with the white wings. Buoyed upon the quiet stream In the ...
Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
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