Canadian poetry -- 19th century
A winter holiday
In the crowd that thronged the pierhead, come to see their friends take ship For new ventures in seafaring, when the hawsers were let slip And we swung out in the current, with good-byes on every lip,
Canadian poetry -- 19th century
In the crowd that thronged the pierhead, come to see their friends take ship For new ventures in seafaring, when the hawsers were let slip And we swung out in the current, with good-byes on every lip,
In the crowd that thronged the pierhead, come to see their friends take ship For new ventures in seafaring, when the hawsers were let slip And we swung out in the current, with...
2. Part 2There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they hoot each other down; From the Battery to Harlem there’s seven miles of slush,...