A Song of Brave Men (Henry Lawson Poem)
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the hardcore.It was the coldest night of the ...
The cries of the children, of the mothers, fathers all who have lost so much this nation, lying in ruin ...
All the children, the mothers we can hear Rachel crying weeping in that land for her children are no more ...
Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone. --Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi Outside everything ...
Can I explain this to you? Your eyes are entrances the mouths of caves I issue from wonderful interiors upon ...
For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace, their parent vines had all but browned and died although a ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold, Enough to make one's blood run cold; Concerning four fishermen cast ...
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day In the year of 1838, a steamer passed ...
'Twas in the year of 1889, and in the month of June, Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom, ...
A sad tale of the sea, I will unfold, About Mrs Lingard, that Heroine bold; Who struggled hard in the ...
'Twas in the year of 1866, and on a very beautiful day, That eighty-two passengers, with spirits light and gay, ...
'Twas in the month of March and in the year of 1899, Which will be remembered for a very long ...
Ye landsmen, all pray list to me, While I relate a terrible tale of the sea, Concerning the screw steamer ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
all the forbidden fruit I ever dreamt of--or was taught to resist and fear--ripens and blossoms under the palms of ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
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