Salt-water BalladsMacmillan, 1913 - 112 من الصفحات |
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64-66 Fifth Avenue aboard afore agen ain't ashore BALLAD Bill Billy blood blue BO'SUN'S YARNS bones bow-wash bows brace CAPE HORN GOSPEL capstan CARDIGAN BAY City of St clout cold fishy females COMPANY 64-66 Fifth crew DAGO TOM'S Davy Jones dead deck dippin doubloons drowned females With long fetched fever-chills forrard goin Golden City grey halliards Hear the yarn HELSTON hooker hookers n John Masefield lashed learned at sea LOCH ACHRAY long green weeds long pull MACMILLAN COMPANY 64-66 MALVERN HILL mate moon MOTHER CAREY never NIGHT AT DAGO nothin old Bill's old blind fiddler old salt-sea scavenger old yarn learned Port Mahon prairie oyster quiet quinine rain sail says settlin ships SING skipper So-long sogered song sonny soul spunyarn stars Swingin taffrail tarry Buccaneer there's tide topsails Trade Winds tramp tune VALEDICTION watch weeds for hair west wind wind's windy wish
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الصفحة 79 - THE WEST WIND It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the west wind, and daffodils. It's a fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine, Apple orchards blossom there, and the air's like wine. There is cool green grass there, where men may lie at rest, And the thrushes are in song there, fluting from the nest. "Will you not come home, brother? you have...
الصفحة 2 - Not the ruler for me, but the ranker, the tramp of the road, The slave with the sack on his shoulders pricked on with the goad, The man with too weighty a burden, too weary a load.
الصفحة 60 - I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied ; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying. I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life. To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellowrover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
الصفحة 6 - So home they goes by the windy streets, Thinking their men are homeward bound With anchors hungry for English ground, And the bloody fun of it is, they're drowned 1 Hear the yarn of a sailor, An old yarn learned at sea.
الصفحة 1 - Not of the princes and prelates with periwigged charioteers Riding triumphantly laurelled to lap the fat of the years...
الصفحة 3 - Cheer her, sonny boys, three times three!" And the dockside loafers gave her a shout As the red-funnelled tug-boat towed her out; They gave her a cheer...
الصفحة 85 - An' why I live, an' why the old world spins, Are things I never knowed; My mark's the gypsy fires, the lonely inns, An
الصفحة 6 - Hear the yarn of a sailor, An old yarn learned at sea. She couldn't lay-to nor yet pay-off, And she got swept clean in the bloody trough; Her masts were gone, and afore you knowed She filled by the head and down she goed. Her crew made seven-and-twenty dishes For the big jack-sharks and the little fishes, And over their bones the water swishes. Hear the yarn of a sailor, An old yarn learned at sea. The wives and girls they watch in the rain For a ship as won't come home again. "I reckon it's them...
الصفحة 2 - Theirs be the music, the color, the glory, the gold; Mine be a handful of ashes, a mouthful of mould. Of the maimed, of the halt and the blind in the rain and the cold — Of these shall my songs be fashioned, my tale be told.
الصفحة 95 - And to halt at the chattering brook, in the tall green fern at the brink Where the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the foxgloves purple and white; Where the shy-eyed delicate deer troop down to the pools to drink, When the stars are mellow and large at the coming on of the night.