Merchandise (J Milton Hayes Poems)
MERCHANDISE! Merchandise! Tortoiseshell, spices,Carpets and Indigo sent o'er the highseas;Mothero'Pearl from the Solomon IslesBrought by a brigantine ten thousand miles.Rubber ...
MERCHANDISE! Merchandise! Tortoiseshell, spices,Carpets and Indigo sent o'er the highseas;Mothero'Pearl from the Solomon IslesBrought by a brigantine ten thousand miles.Rubber ...
Columbia!O, happy State!And truly greatExemplar of the free!Thou first-born light of Western SkiesAnd cynosure of wond'ring eyes,We hail to thee!Thou ...
Five minutes here, and they must steal two more! shameful! Here have I been five mortal years and not seen ...
I've just been elected to Parliament,At Westminster I'm the big cheese,I'm also a Knight of the Garter, it's right In ...
CHRISTMAS is over, and Christmas cheer;-- What shall we wish you, O reader dear? What do you want for your ...
When the sea is still as glass,And the whispering breezes passOn messages from zone to zone, or waft from pole ...
WHEN within that silken-curtained room, The dear Husband of our State lay dying, All the land was shrouded with that ...
Good editor Dana—God bless him, we say— Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away ...
Once upon a time, in days remote,A politician bought a vote. The price he paid is not quite clear, But ...
The night proceeds and dwindlingPrepares the day's rebirth.An airman is ascendingAbove the sleeping earth.And almost disappearingIn cloud, a tiny spark,He ...
Golden dawn and shivering evening find our brig lying by oppositethis villa and its dependencies which form a promontory as ...
O the breasts of youthO the pallid waters of the fig-eatersThe cobblestones echo with the steps of morning peopleThicket of ...
I hang limp on the Creator's penLike a large drop of lilac gloss-paint.Underneath are dykes' secrets; the airFrom the railways ...
OUT of the dead cathedral, where dead saintsMark for untold contempt worn, sorry talesMumbled by fatted priests, whose boast be--wailsEarth, ...
By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass That only a Colonel from Chatham can ...
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
Memories bursting like tears or waves On some lonely Adriatic shore Beating again and again Threshings of green sea foam ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
Pro Bono Publico Went out the streets to scan, And marching to and fro He met a seedy man, Who ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
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