Dark, dark lay the drifters against the red West, As they shot their long meshes of steel overside; And the oily green waters were rocking to rest When Kilmeny went out, at the turn of the tide;...
I know a land, I, too, Where warm keen incense on the sea-wind blows, And all the winter long the skies are blue, And the brown deserts blossom with the rose.
But where's the brown drifter that went out alone? --Roll and go, and fare you well-- Was her name Peggy Nutten? That name is my own. Fare you well, my sailor....
If I saw farther, 'twas because I stood On giant shoulders," wrote the king of thought, Too proud of his great line to slight the toils Of his forebears. He turned to their dim past,...
I found a dreadful acre of the dead, Marked with the only sign on earth that saves. The wings of death were hurrying overhead, The loose earth shook on those unquiet graves;...
"You were weeping in the night," said the Emperor, "Weeping in your sleep, I am told." "It was nothing but a dream," said the Empress; But her face grew gray and old....
As I was walking Alone by the sea, "What is that whisper?" Said Merlin to me. "Only," I answered, "The sigh of the wave"-- "Oh, no," replied Merlin, "'Tis the grass on your grave." ...
True type of all, from his own father's hand He caught the fire; and, though he carried it far Into new regions; and, from southern fields Of yellow lupin, added host on host...