The Atlas (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
I. The King of CuckoozTHE King of Cuckooz ContreyHangs peaked above ArgierWith Janzaries and MarabuttsTo bid a sailor fear-With lantern-eyed ...
I. The King of CuckoozTHE King of Cuckooz ContreyHangs peaked above ArgierWith Janzaries and MarabuttsTo bid a sailor fear-With lantern-eyed ...
I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty years,And the rattle of its boxes still is ...
I ran into an old time sailor, up on Market Street;We had a cup of coffee, his last name was ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tallWith seven-and-twenty hands in all.Twenty to hand and reef and haul,A skipper to sail ...
ALONE in the forest, Sir Lancelot rodeO'er the neck of his courser the reins lightly flowedAnd beside hung his helmet, ...
'TWAS the glowing log of a picnic fire where a red light should not be,Or the curtained glow of a ...
My name it is " Defiance," an' my natur's much the same,For towin' on the River Clyde is more 'n ...
The other afternoon as I was settin' on the quay(As is my custom when the days is not to cold ...
They towed the Seabolt down the stream, And through the harbour's mouth;She spread her wings and sailed away To seek the sunny ...
The sun had gone down o'er yon lofty mountain,The last golden streamer had left the tall tree;The dwelling below seemed ...
THERE'S a pretty little story with a touch of moonlit glory Comes from Beenleigh on the Logan, but we don't know ...
"When I'm discharged at Liverpool 'n' draws my bit o' pay,I won't come to sea no more;I'll court a pretty ...
There was an agile sailor ladWho longed to know the bushSo with his swag and billy-canHe said he'd make a ...
A ship there sailed in the nitrate trade,And she went by the name of the Captive Maid . . .Built ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our ...
Like an army general on parade reviewing the troops in the convoy tooling down the highway into battle I drove ...
And how can I, born in evil days And fresh from failure, ask a kindness of Fate? -- Written A.D. ...
'Twas about the beginning of the present century, Bill Bowls was pressed, and sent to sea; And conveyed on board ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
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