The Old Garden (Arthur John Arbuthnott Stringer Poems)
WHERE the dim paths wind and creep Down past dark and ghostly landsLost this many a year in sleep, Still ...
WHERE the dim paths wind and creep Down past dark and ghostly landsLost this many a year in sleep, Still ...
I've served in the French Foreign Legion It's Hell! The life couldn't be harder, For it's war to the knife ...
Devine came back the other day. We'd planned a great home-comin'. No long trombone we had to play, ...
WHEN my life has enough of love, and my spirit enough of mirth,When the ocean no longer beckons me, when ...
The white men played all sorts of jokes on me.They took big fish off my hookAnd put little ones on, ...
WIDE is the world and wide its open seas, Yet I who fare from pole to pole remainA prisoned Hope ...
The white men played all sorts of jokes on me. They took big fish off my hook And put little ...
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