The Pirates (DuBose Heyward Poems)
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
OF our Amusements ask you?--We amuseOurselves and friends with seaside walks and views,Or take a morning ride, a novel, or ...
I sat at a high window till sleep despaired of meAnd all the anger in this small roomShook me for ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
To Andrew LytleParis, November 1929Their faces are bony and sharp but very red, althoughtheir ancestors nearly two hundred years have ...
The light fell from the window and the day was doneAnother day of thinking and distractionsLove wrapped in its wings ...
The ships that trade foreign, to London they bearTheir cargoes unnumbered both common and rare,Their bales and their gunny-sacks, tea-chests ...
She wasn't much to brag about, she wasn't much to see,A rusty, crusty hooker as a merchant ship could be;They ...
WHILE the skies of this northern NovemberScowl down with a darkening menace,I wonder if you still rememberThat marvellous summer in ...
A man there was, called — what you will; he came of an ancient breed:Sprung from the loins of the ...
In a breaker's yard by the Millwall Docks,With its piled-up litter of sheaveless blocks,Stranded hawsers and links of cable,A cabin ...
Where Sydney Cove her lucid bosom swells,And with wide arms the indignant storm repels;High on a rock amid the troubled ...
Visit of Hope to Sydney CoveWhere Sydney Cove her lucid bosom swells,Courts her young navies, and the storm repels;High on ...
OH, swinging down the Western Main, And roaring round the Horn, We'll bring her to the docks again With California's ...
Gone, gone again, May, June, July, And August gone, Again gone by, Not memorable Save that I saw them go, ...
There shall broad streets their stately walls extend;Embellished villas crown the landscape scene,Farms wave with gold, and orchards blush betweenThere ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
We've sent our little Cupids all ashore -- They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold: Our sails of ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On ...
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