Pilot (Arthur Weir Poems)
Merry Carlo, who runn'st at my heels Through the dense-crowded streets of the city,In and out among hurrying wheels,And whose ...
Merry Carlo, who runn'st at my heels Through the dense-crowded streets of the city,In and out among hurrying wheels,And whose ...
John Gilbert was a bushrangerOf terrible renownFor sticking lots of people upAnd shooting others down.John Gilbert said unto his pals,'Although ...
Beetling walls with ivy grown,Frowning heights of mossy stone;Turret, with its flaunting flagFlung from battlemented crag;Dungeon-keep and fortaliceLooking down a ...
"Heigh me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how can one,Servant here to thy mandates, ...
Then dark with dripping blood it gave a howland cried again: "Our damaged branches ache!Your pillage maims me! Can't you ...
There's ships that bring us cargoes, but not of our desire, Their ladings hail from all the ports 'twixt ...
Surely must you know me, Friendly and content;All my actions show me Freely confident;With my band of toilers, When the ...
What a lack of reason In this earthly throng! In and out of season Everything ...
TRUST and Treachery, Wisdom, Folly,Madness, Mirth and Melancholy,Love and Hatred, Thrift and Pillage,All are housed in one small village.And if ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
Primitive I ate my fill of a whale that died And stranded after a month at sea. . . . ...
WHENCE comes our friend so hastily, ...
If only we could find a way to enjoy sabbath in our daily lives how our walk would be different ...
The Sweets of Pillage, can be known To no one but the Thief -- Compassion for Integrity Is his divinest ...
I saw that the Flake was on it But plotted with Time to dispute -- "Unchanged" I urged with a ...
The old moon is tarnished With smoke of the flood, The dead leaves are varnished With colour like blood. A ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Oh Julie Claire was very fair, Yet generous as well, And many a lad of metal had A saucy tale ...
Heaven's mighty sweet, I guess; Ain't no rush to git there: Been a sinner, more or less; Maybe wouldn't fit ...
Bring the comb and play upon it! Marching, here we come! Willie cocks his highland bonnet, Johnnie beats the drum. ...
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