#EnglishWriters
The Loch Achray was a clipper tal… With seven-and-twenty hands in all… Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A skipper to sail and mates to baw… “Tally on to the tackle-fall,
It’s a warm wind, the west wind, f… I never hear the west wind but tea… For it comes from the west lands,… And April’s in the west wind, and… It’s a fine land, the west land, f…
Here, where we stood together, we… Before the war had swept us to the… Three thousand miles away, I stan… And hear the bells, and breathe, a… We trod the same path, to the self…
NOT of the princes and prelates w… Riding triumphantly laurelled to l… Rather the scorned—the rejected—th… The men of the tattered battalion… Dazed with the dust of the battle,…
Oh I’ll be chewing salted horse a… And dancing with the stars to watc… Hearkening to the bow-wash and the… Of a thousand tons of clipper runn… For the tug has got the tow-rope a…
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…
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…
I have seen dawn and sunset on moo… Coming in solemn beauty like slow… I have seen the lady April bringi… Bringing the springing grass and t… I have heard the song of the bloss…
The meet was at “The Cock and Py… By Charles and Martha Enderby,” The grey, three-hundred-year-old i… Long since the haunt of Benjamin The highwayman, who rode the bay.
“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…
Out beyond the sunset could I but… Is a sleepy blue laguna which wide… And there’s the Blessed City &mda… The Golden City of St. Mary. It’s built of fair marble &mdash w…
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…
Long long ago, when all the glitte… Was heaven itself, when drunkards… Were like mazed kings shaking at g… To acts of war that sickle men lik… When the white clover opened Para…
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
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…
