The Mutiny Of The Chains (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
PENAL COLONY OF WESTERN AUSTRALIA, 1857THE sun rose o'er dark Fremantle,And the Sentry stood on the wall;Above him, with white ...
PENAL COLONY OF WESTERN AUSTRALIA, 1857THE sun rose o'er dark Fremantle,And the Sentry stood on the wall;Above him, with white ...
"ISLAND of Destiny! Innisfail!" they cried, when their weary eyesFirst looked on thy beauteous bosom from the amorous, ocean rise."Island ...
THEY slept on the field which their valor had won,But arose with the first early blush of the sun,For they ...
I. Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar; Their decks they are cleared for action, their guns they are ...
Musing by a mossy fountain, In the blossom month of May,Saw I coming down a mountain An old man whose locks were ...
Unbridled licentiousness with no holds barred,Immediate and mutual lust, satisfiableIn the heat, upon demand, aroused againAnd satisfied again, lechery unlimited.Till ...
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question muchThat subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm;The mystery, the ...
They set the slave free, striking off his chains…Then he was as much of a slave as ever.He was still ...
Weighted down by sudden air,Hemmed in by giant silences,Manacled with stout cords of despair,I blindly grope for this, your touch--To ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
A tall brave man of gray three score,The sable columns rode before,The knightliest of the knightly throng,The bravest of the ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
WHEN THE AUTHOR HAD NO SAVING KNOW-LEDGE OF CHRIST.I LOVE to lie quite still in Sleep's soft arms,And let my ...
1 Out of the night of lovelessness I call Thee, as, in a chill chamber where no rays ...
be moved by your own time but move it too the sun hasn't all the answers it can be made ...
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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