Salt-water poems and ballads (Google eBook)

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Macmillan, 1916 - Poetry - 163 pages
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Pages missing
The poems don't even match up to the page numbers, and the one poem I was looking for isn't even anywhere in the book. The table of contents should at least be edited if things aren't in there.

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Terrific book of poems. (Note: the scanning job isn't the best I've seen. Someone should redo it.)

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Page 79 - 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 sea-gulls crying. i
Page 87 - I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, .-1
Page 8 - earth ! THEIRS be the music, the colour, 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 tales be told, AMEN.
Page 8 - Others may sing of the wine and the wealth and the mirth, The portly presence of potentates goodly in girth; Mine be the dirt and the dross, the dust and scum of the
Page 146 - white-blocked, majestic Sierras, Divine bright ships, the water's standard-bearers Melpomene, Euphrosyne, and their sweet Sea-troubling sisters of the Fernie fleet; Corunna (in whom my friend died) and the old Long since loved Esmeralda long since sold. Centurion passed in Rio, Glaucus spoken, Aladdin burnt, the Bidston water-broken,
Page 72 - CHRISTMAS EVE AT SEA A WIND is rustling 'south and soft,' Cooing a quiet country tune, The calm sea sighs, and far aloft The sails are ghostly in the moon. Unquiet ripples lisp and purr, A block there pipes and chirps i' the sheave, The wheel-ropes jar, the reef-points stir
Page 62 - Jake was a dirty Dago lad, an' he gave the skipper chin, An' the skipper up an' took him a crack with an iron belaying-pin Which stiffened him out a rusty corp, as pretty as you could wish, An' then we shovelled him up in a sack an' dumped him to the fish. That was
Page 114 - The yard was shaking, for a brace was loose. He felt that he would fall; he clutched, he bent, Clammy with natural terror to the shoes While idiotic promptings came and went. Snow fluttered on a wind-flaw and was spent; He saw the water darken. Someone yelled,
Page 75 - To-night beneath the dripping bows Where flashing bubbles burst and throng, The bow-wash murmurs and sighs and soughs A message from the angel's song. The moon goes nodding down the west, The drowsy helmsman strikes the bell; Rex JudcEorum natus est, I charge you, brothers, sing Nowell,

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