#EnglishWriters
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
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…
Mother Carey? She’s the mother o’… 'N’ all them sort o’ rips; She’s a fine gell to look at, but… She’s a sight too fond of ships; She lives upon an iceberg to the n…
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,
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…
I must go down to the seas again,… And all I ask is a tall ship and… And the wheel’s kick and the wind’… And a grey mist on the sea’s face,… I must go down to the seas again,…
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,…
Silent are the woods, and the dim… Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in… The apple orchard, is a tired plou… Calling the cows home. A bright white star blinks, the pa…
“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…
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…
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.
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…
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…
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…
