The Chantey Of The Cook (dithyramb of a discontented crew) (Harry Kemp Poems)
The Devil take the cook, that old grey-bearded fellow,Yo ho, haul away!Who feeds us odds and ends and biscuits whiskered ...
The Devil take the cook, that old grey-bearded fellow,Yo ho, haul away!Who feeds us odds and ends and biscuits whiskered ...
Parson, I'm a maverick, just runnin' loose an' grazin',Eatin' where's th' greenest grass an' drinkin' where I choose;Had to rustle ...
A thrilling touch of Nature Amid the battle-brunt,A gleam of angel-feature On Moloch's horrid front,A beauty and a glory To gild the soldier's ...
THE STAMP of Scotland is on his face, But he sailed to the South a lad,And he does not think of ...
In one of London's most exclusive haunts,Amid the shining lights and table ware,We sat, where meagre Mistress Ration flauntsHerself in ...
I've learnt to wash in petrol tins, and shave myself in teaWhilst balancing the fragments of a mirror on my ...
You ask me about this medal,The story to you may sound queer, I'll tell you the tale if you like, ...
Could you give me a bite to eat? said he, As he tarried by my back door.And I thought ...
The talk of young Australia, upon each settler's station,Is the evil of this mighty rush, the Chinese emigration;Ships from Canton, ...
88As by the dead we love to sit,Become so wondrous dear -As for the lost we grappleTho' all the rest ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
August 6, 1916.-Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.) .but I was ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ration To the ecstasy. For each beloved ...
As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear -- As for the lost we grapple Tho' ...
Write it. Write. In ordinary ink on ordinary paper: they were given no food, they all died of hunger. "All. ...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant; Wail of the pines and a wind with the ...
You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam; You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear; You ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
OR The Child Is Father Of The Man, But Not For Quite A While So Thomas Edison Never drank his ...
'Twas on the 8th of January 1881, That a terrific gale along the English Channel ran, And spread death and ...
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