A Wool Fleet Chorus (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Fare you well, you Sydney girls, time for us to go!The Peter's at the fore truck, and five thousand bales ...
Fare you well, you Sydney girls, time for us to go!The Peter's at the fore truck, and five thousand bales ...
Why do we pity those who weep? The painThat finds a ready outlet in the flowOf salt and bitter tears ...
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most ...
The fat lady came out first, tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady who turns dying octopuses inside ...
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead? She 'as ships on ...
BOMBAY Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands -- A thousand mills roar through ...
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 ...
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
An idle rhyme of the summer time, Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon's pale ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work - and enjoyment That a ...
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne. So many words, so much paper, who can stand it. I told ...
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes ...
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
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