Sea Dreams (Burt Franklin Jenness Poems)
If you've ever stood a midwatch in the cavern of the night,With the sea wolves racing past you in a ...
If you've ever stood a midwatch in the cavern of the night,With the sea wolves racing past you in a ...
"We sweep a bit and we fight a bit—an' that's what we like the best— But a towin' job ...
IT is the mellow seasonWhen gold enchantment liesOn stream and road and woodland,To gladden soul's surmise.The little old grey homesteadsAre ...
'There's a deal o' ports,' said Murphy, 'an' I guess I've sampled most,Round about the Gulf o' Guinea, and up ...
Drake looked out to the English shoreFrom the port of Dead Man's Bay;He heard the din and the thunder of ...
Had he never been born he was mine: Since he was born he never was mine: Only the dream is ...
Upon a haystack in lands of South,I lay, while facing skies of night,The choir of stars, alive and couth, ...
894Of Consciousness, her awful MateThe Soul cannot be rid-As easy the secreting herBehind the Eyes of God.The deepest hid is ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid -- As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
The daughter of the village Maire Is very fresh and very fair, A dazzling eyeful; She throws upon me such ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
I saw the Death, and she was seating By quiet entrance at my own home, I saw the doors were ...
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
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