Gold (Herman Melville Poems)
We rovers bold, To the land of Gold,Over the bowling billows are gliding: Eager to toil, For the golden spoil,And every hardship biding. See! ...
We rovers bold, To the land of Gold,Over the bowling billows are gliding: Eager to toil, For the golden spoil,And every hardship biding. See! ...
Where is the world we roved, Ned Bunn? Hollows thereof lay rich in shadeBy voyagers old inviolate thrown Ere Paul Pry cruised ...
Plain be the phrase, yet apt the verse, More ponderous than nimble;For since grimed War here laid asideHis painted pomp, 'twould ...
From "The Saya-y-Manto."While now the Pole Star sinks from sight The Southern Cross it climbs the sky;But losing thee, my love, ...
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