Bumboats (Burt Franklin Jenness Poems)
I've had a whirl at games of chance From Bombay 'round to Cork,I've sensed the ways of high finance ...
I've had a whirl at games of chance From Bombay 'round to Cork,I've sensed the ways of high finance ...
Right on our flank the crimson sun went down, The deep sea rolled around in dark repose,When, like the wild ...
AH, tell me, little mournful MOOR,Why still you linger on the shore?Haste to your play-mates, haste away,Nor loiter here with ...
They say the eagle is a bird That sees some splendid sightsWhen he soars high into the sky Upon his ...
I summon up Panofskv from his bed Among the famous dead To build a tomb which, since I ...
The breeze was fresh, the ship was in stays,Each breaker hush'd, the shore a haze,When Jack, no more on duty ...
My valiant helper, a small-sized tigerSleeps sweetly on my desk, by the computer,Unaware that you insult his tribe.Cats play with ...
He came into the bird-shop where I stood -- A hulking giant, monumental, grim,A paragon of muscular manhood. "What is ...
Fancy you knowin' old Bill Barley — I haven't seen 'im since I don't know when;Him an' me made a ...
Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes? The wading, wintered pack-beasts of the feet slough off, in spring, the ...
I've 'ad, said Dan, "a sight o' curios,But where they've gone, Lord knows!The junk I've packed around, alive an' dead,The ...
Land of Forests, fleas and flies,Blighted hopes and blighted eyes,Art thou hell in earth's disguise,Westralia?Art thou some volcanic blastBy volcanoes ...
O! I am a conscriptO! how I do wishThat I had stayed away up NorthAnd kept out of the "milish."I ...
They took away her toys and lover. Well then she bowed her head and almost died. But the thirteen destinies ...
Karl MarxWas completely wrapped up in his sharks.The poor creatures seriously missed himWhilst he was attacking the capitalist system.(Edmund Clerihew ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know that the universe is ever-expanding, inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies swallowed by galaxies, ...
''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, With a lot o' truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin' (Which ...
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