The Sailor (C J Dennis Poems)
I'd like to be a sailor - a sailor bold and bluff -Calling out, "Ship ahoy!" in manly tones and ...
I'd like to be a sailor - a sailor bold and bluff -Calling out, "Ship ahoy!" in manly tones and ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
King Solomon drew merchantmen, Because of his desire For peacocks, apes, and ivory, From Tarshish unto Tyre, With cedars out ...
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
"Tout aux tavernes et aux filles." Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack? Or fake the broads? or fig a nag? ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
By our free will we can chart a course, follow our guidestar our mission, our priority unlike the beasts, the ...
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
HEALTH to the Maxwell's veteran Chief! Health, aye unsour'd by care or grief: Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sibyl leaf, This ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my ...
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
That slim creek out of the sky the dried-blood western gum tree is all stir in its high reaches: its ...
A mile behind is Gloucester town Where the flishing fleets put in, A mile ahead the land dips down And ...
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A ...
I explain quietly. You hear me shouting. You try a new tack. I feel old wounds reopen. You see both ...
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