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A wind’s in the heart of me, a fi… I am tired of brick and stone and… I hunger for the sea’s edge, the l… Where the wild old Atlantic is sh… Oh I’ll be going, leaving the noi…
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire… My dog and I are old, too old for… Man, whose young passion sets the… Is soon too lame to march, too col… I take the book and gather to the…
“Goneys an’ gullies an’ all o’ the… They ain’t no birds, not really”,… “Not mollies, nor gullies, nor gon… “But simply the spirits of mariner… “Them birds goin’ fishin’ is nothi…
Oh some are fond of red wine, and… And some are all for dancing by th… But rum alone’s the tipple, and th… Of the old bold mate of Henry Mor… Oh some are fond of Spanish wine,…
I’m going to be a pirate with a br… And an island in the Spanish Main… And a silver flagon full of red wi… Like a fine old salt-sea scavenger… With a sandy creek to careen in, a…
One road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. One road leads to the river,
Here in the self is all that man c… Of Beauty, all the wonder, all th… All the unearthly colour, all the… Here in the self which withers lik… Here in the self which fades as ho…
We’re bound for blue water where t… It’s time to get the tacks aboard,… The crowd’s at the capstan and the… “A long pull, a strong pull, and w… The bow-wash is eddying, spreading…
Troy town is covered up with weeds… The rabbits and the pismires brood On broken gold, and shards, and be… Where Priam’s ancient palace stoo… The floors of many a gallant house
“When I’m discharged at Liverpool… I won’t come to sea no more; I’ll court a pretty little lass ‘n… ‘N’ settle somewhere down shore; I’ll never fare to sea again a-tem…
Friends and loves we have none, no… But the hope of the City of God a… Not for us are content, and quiet,… For we go seeking a city that we s… There is no solace on earth for us…
It is good to be out on the road,… Going through meadow and village,… Through the grey light drift of th… Under the flying white clouds, and… And to halt at the chattering broo…
Once in a hundred years the Lemmi… Westward, in search of food, over… Westward until the salt sea drowns… Westward, till all are drowned, th… Once, it is thought, there was a w…
I hold that when a person dies His soul returns again to earth; Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise Another mother gives him birth. With sturdier limbs and brighter b…
In the dark womb where I began My mother’s life made me a man. Through all the months of human bi… Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor sti…
