The Seven SeasD. Appleton, 1896 - 209 pages |
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... tell - blind - fou wi ' sun - the Deil was lurkin ' there ? By day like playhouse - scenes the shore slid past our sleepy eyes ; By night those soft , lasceevious stars leered from those velvet skies , In port ( we used no cargo - steam ) ...
... tell - blind - fou wi ' sun - the Deil was lurkin ' there ? By day like playhouse - scenes the shore slid past our sleepy eyes ; By night those soft , lasceevious stars leered from those velvet skies , In port ( we used no cargo - steam ) ...
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... tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an ' turns - the loves an ' doves they dream— Lord , send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o ' Steam ! To match wi ' Scotia's noblest speech yon orchestra sublime Whaurto - uplifted like the ...
... tell ? I'm sick of all their quirks an ' turns - the loves an ' doves they dream— Lord , send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o ' Steam ! To match wi ' Scotia's noblest speech yon orchestra sublime Whaurto - uplifted like the ...
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... tell the mean- in ' plain ! But no one cares except mysel ' that serve an ' un- derstand My seven thousand horse - power here . Eh , Lord ! They're grand - they're grand ! Uplift am I ? When first in store the new - made beasties stood ...
... tell the mean- in ' plain ! But no one cares except mysel ' that serve an ' un- derstand My seven thousand horse - power here . Eh , Lord ! They're grand - they're grand ! Uplift am I ? When first in store the new - made beasties stood ...
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... And , roaring , swung behind again . I stayed the sun at noon to tell My way across the waste of it ; I read the storm before it fell And made the better haste of it . Afar , I hailed the land at night— The towers 46 THE MIRACLES.
... And , roaring , swung behind again . I stayed the sun at noon to tell My way across the waste of it ; I read the storm before it fell And made the better haste of it . Afar , I hailed the land at night— The towers 46 THE MIRACLES.
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... all men hated me ! Dawn ran to meet us at my goal- Ah , day no tongue shall tell again ! - And little folk of little soul Rose up to buy and sell again ! THE NATIVE - BORN . WE'VE drunk to the Queen The Miracles . 47.
... all men hated me ! Dawn ran to meet us at my goal- Ah , day no tongue shall tell again ! - And little folk of little soul Rose up to buy and sell again ! THE NATIVE - BORN . WE'VE drunk to the Queen The Miracles . 47.
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Page 199 - And only the Master shall praise us. and only the Master shall blame: And no one shall work for money. and no one shall work for fame. But each for the joy of the working. and each. in his separate star. Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
Page 24 - Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners, Plucking at their harps, and they plucked unhandily : ' Our thumbs are rough and tarred, And the tune is something hard — May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at sea?
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Page 42 - I'd been doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches off my nose. Romance! Those first-class passengers they like it very well, Printed an' bound in little books; but why don't poets tell? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o
Page 78 - And the tunes that mean so much to you alone Common tunes that make you choke and blow your nose Vulgar tunes that bring the laugh that brings the groan I can rip your very heartstrings out with those...
Page 7 - In the faith of little children we lay down and died. "On the sand-drift — on the veldt-side — in the fern-scrub we lay, That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way. Follow after — follow after! We have watered the root And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit! Follow after — we are waiting by the trails that we lost For the sound of many footsteps, for the tread of a host.
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Page 124 - The cynic devil in his blood That bids him mock his hurrying soul; That bids him flout the Law he makes, That bids him make the Law he flouts...
Page 8 - We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us, still unfed, Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead: We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest, To the shark and the sheering gull. If blood be the price of admiralty, Lord God, we ha