The Lost Galleon (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
In sixteen hundred and forty-one,The regular yearly galleon,Laden with odorous gums and spice,India cottons and India rice,And the richest silks ...
In sixteen hundred and forty-one,The regular yearly galleon,Laden with odorous gums and spice,India cottons and India rice,And the richest silks ...
I. Where falls the shadow of the Kofel cross Athwart the Alpine snows, the rose of faith ...
Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's done a break - Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe.Wus it ...
On one fine but fatal morning in the early Eocene, Lo, a brawny Bloke set out to dig a hole:First ...
WHERE are now the Captains Of the narrow ships of old Who with valiant souls went seeking For the Fabled ...
1. The land it is the landlords'; The traders' is the sea;The ore the usurer's coffer fills, But ...
To-morrow and to-morrow, (O the slashing of the foam along the furrow!)We'll loosen from the jetty when ...
Hell hath enlarged its borders, While Satan sits in state, And gives his servants orders ...
_AT SENNEN_Thrice-blest, alone with Nature!--here, where gray Belerium fronts the spraySmiting the bastion'd crags through centuries flown, While, 'neath the ...
By the Liverpool Docks at the break of the day,I saw a flash packet, bound westward away;And well did I ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood? For ever ...
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
Into the acres of the newborn state He poured his strength, ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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