In Harbor (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I THINK it is over, over,I think it is over at last,Voices of foeman and lover,The sweet and the bitter ...
I THINK it is over, over,I think it is over at last,Voices of foeman and lover,The sweet and the bitter ...
Tossed on the billows of the main,And doomed from zone to zone to roam,The seaman toiled for others' gain,But, for ...
The Autumn gales are blowing, And wrecks bestrew the shore;The angry ocean rages With loud and wild uproar.Furious billows leeward The doom(Janet Hamilton)
The doom is imminent of unholy hate. Hail to the light that glimmers where the leaves Are shaken by winds of dawning, ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
(SEPTEMBER, 1779)I"Have a care!" the bailiffs cried From their cockleshell that layOff the frigate's yellow side, Tossing on Scarborough Bay,While ...
Come away with me, Tom,Term and talk are done;My poor lads are reaping,Busy every one.Curates mind the parish,Sweepers mind the ...
With leagues of wasteful water ringed about,And wrapped in sheeted foam from base to peak,A sheer, stupendous monolith, wrought outBy ...
If you've ever stood a midwatch in the cavern of the night,With the sea wolves racing past you in a ...
O to be a woman! to be left to pique and pine,When the winds are out and calling to this ...
(A GEOGRAPHICAL SURVEY, 1868)Very fair and full of promiseLay the island of St. Thomas:Ocean o'er its reefs and barsHid its ...
I must go down to the seas again, where the billows romp and reel,So all I ask is a large ...
Hearing your words, and not a word among them Tuned to my liking, on a salty day When inland woods ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
We've sent our little Cupids all ashore -- They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold: Our sails of ...
From a pure royal blue, to a spectrum of rust pale canary yellow, bleeds to burgundy and finally cobalt sudden ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
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