The Swimmers (George Sterling Poems)
We were eight fishers of the western sea,Who sailed our craft beside a barren land,Where harsh with pines the herdless ...
We were eight fishers of the western sea,Who sailed our craft beside a barren land,Where harsh with pines the herdless ...
O'er Carmel fields in the springtime the sea-gulls follow the plow. White, white wings on the blue above! White were your brow ...
O Sadducees and Pharisees, Who harass the divine,Now harken with reluctancy How Daphne made the wine!(I drain a glass of bootleg Scotch, For ...
Up to the House of Mammon, from dawn to sister dawn,Called by remembered voices the sons of men are drawn;By ...
Our sweet, long night of sinEnded in slumber. On my moving breastSlowly her small, delightful head found restFrom all the ...
The fairest things seem ever loneliest: The whitest lily ever blooms alone, And purest winds from widest seas are flown.High on her ...
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