Breathing-Time (C J Dennis Poems)
Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come, lay aside your gun.The danger zone is past; the gauntlet run.The bark of ...
Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come, lay aside your gun.The danger zone is past; the gauntlet run.The bark of ...
He'ah dat ole gray sinnaH's jes brimful o' gas,Singin' dat tomfool dittyAs he goes hobblin' pas'!He betta be prayin' and ...
A trader sailed from Stepney town - Wake her up! Shake her up! Try her with the mainsail! A trader ...
NOW at the window, side by side, We sit and take our ease, And watch the ebb and flow of ...
HELD and thrilled by the vision I stood, as the twilight died, Where the great bridge soars like a song ...
For these of old the trader Unpearled the Indian seas,The nations of the nadir Were diamondless for these; A people ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
Our Fathers in a wondrous age, Ere yet the Earth was small, Ensured to us a heritage, And doubted not ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
O Mother Earth! upon thy lap Thy weary ones receiving, And o'er them, silent as a dream, Thy grassy mantle ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Sleeping in fever, I am unfair to know just who you are: hung up like a pig on exhibit, the ...
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. I am the red brand on the shoulder of the condemned, the ...
Oh he is worn with toil! the big drops run Down his dark cheek; hold--hold thy merciless hand, Pale tyrant! ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad . . . soldier ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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