The Ballad of The ‘Bluebell’ (A P Herbert Poems)
(With respectful reference to the admirable exploit of PettyOfficer Alan Baker, of L .B .V. 37)The Bluebell was a lighter, ...
(With respectful reference to the admirable exploit of PettyOfficer Alan Baker, of L .B .V. 37)The Bluebell was a lighter, ...
SHEPHERD Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel, Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-jacketed and decked With chromium palms and a fromage of moon, Not ...
When Drake sailed out from Devon to break King Phillip's pride,He had great ships at his bidding and little ones ...
This figure here before you is a Macaroni Man, Who is built, as you may notice, on a most ingenious ...
If one could be mine for the askingOf all the ships there be,The great and small and swift and tallThat ...
I WAS somewhere off in Europe spending money like a king, Owned a yacht like J. P. Morgan's, when the ...
A's my new policy called Annexation; B is the Bother it causes the nation. C is Lord Chelmsford, engaged with ...
Alas, now! If I were only able To hear a bit of news of how that manIs doing, who makes ...
At the door of my own little hovel, Reading a novel I sat; And as I ...
So let a 'favourable speed' assistThe keel that bears her yacht across the sea,Let there no spindrift of the salt ...
A yacht from its harbor ropes pulled free,And leaped like a steed o'er the race track blue,Then up behind her, ...
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City. Nothing would surprise him. The ...
Love -- thou art high -- I cannot climb thee -- But, were it Two -- Who know but we ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free, And leaped like a steed o'er the race track blue, Then up ...
A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free, And leaped like a steed o'er the race track blue, Then up ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
A pathetic tragedy I will relate, Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate, Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas, On ...
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