Salt-water Poems and Ballads

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Macmillan, 1916 - Ballads, English - 163 pages
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All phases of a sailor's life, at sea and ashore, are shown in these poems.

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Found this in a used bookstore in Milwaukee, WI and only knew one of them, Sea Fever. "I must go 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 ... Read full review

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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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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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