Mermaid I (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
" AS we lay musing in our beds, So well and so warm at ease, I thought upon those lodging-beds ...
" AS we lay musing in our beds, So well and so warm at ease, I thought upon those lodging-beds ...
A CHAIN of hills in Asia seek,Where snow o'erspreads the summit's bleak, Throughout the live long year;While all the ...
Occasioned by my Child's being unfortunately burnt todeath, at Plymouth Dock, in Devonshire. MY child--my child--my Emma's dead! What ...
Autumn was cold in Plymouth town;The wind ran round the shore,Now softly passing up and down,Now wild and fierce and ...
We from the sunless, airless trench,The mud, the muddy bread, the stench,Of No Man's Land, where English, French,And Germans rest,Came ...
Written from the Plymouth where portentous mistPasses its hands across the tattered theatres'Faces, hit houses hate to hate but must;Recumbent ...
Look back three hundred years and more:A group upon a rock-bound shore,Borne by the Mayflower o'er the sea,Pledged hearts and ...
OH, what know they of harboursWho toss not on the Sea!They tell of fairer havensBut none so fair there beAs ...
OH! what know they of harbours Who toss not on the sea? They tell of fairer havens, But none so ...
Saints and Strangers share the space under my skin in my blood, my history Pilgrims and adventurers who stayed in ...
Expectantly, asking where she was She was eight, at that point, in that year my long-dead ancestor alive again in ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way, Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay: No word of ...
Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win? Is this the soil whereon they ...
A story, a story! (Let it go. Let it come.) I was stamped out like a Plymouth fender into this ...
I REMEMBER here by the fire, In the flickering reds and saffrons, They came in a ramshackle tub, Pilgrims in ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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