The Bay-Fight (Henry Howard Brownell Poems)
Three days through sapphire seas we sailed, The steady Trade blew strong and free,The Northern Light his banners paled,The Ocean Stream ...
Three days through sapphire seas we sailed, The steady Trade blew strong and free,The Northern Light his banners paled,The Ocean Stream ...
WHERE ancient broken wall encloses round,From tread of lawless feet, the hallowed ground,And sombre yews their dewy branches wave,O'er many ...
Las' July--an', I persume 'Bout as hot As the ole Gran'-Jury room Where they sot!-- Fight 'twixt Mike an' Dock McGriff-- 'Pears to me jes' ...
The twenty-fifth had come; Peru awoke;One cry for freedom from her green hills broke,From her wide plains and valleys; and ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
Abroad on a winter's night there ran Under the starlight, leaping the rills Swollen with snow-drip from the hills, Goat-legged, ...
614In falling Timbers buried-There breathed a Man-Outside-the spades-were plying-The Lungs-within-Could He-know-they sought Him-Could They-know-He breathed-Horrid Sand Partition-Neither-could be heard-Never slacked ...
On a certain one's departure'Time's bitter flood'! Oh, that's all very well,But where's the old friend hasn't fallen off,Or slacked ...
When I was a King and a Mason -- a Master proven and skilled -- I cleared me ground for ...
Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All, I take a box And add it to my wild rice, ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
The man held his hands to his heart as he danced. He slacked and swirled. The doorways of the little ...
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
In falling Timbers buried -- There breathed a Man -- Outside -- the spades -- were plying -- The Lungs ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
The meal was o'er, the lamp was lit, The family sat in its glow; The Mother never ceased to knit, ...
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