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- Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,by John Masefield 16 lines, 26 comments - 'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;by A B 'Banjo' Paterson 40 lines, 2 comments - Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;by Robert Louis Stevenson 15 lines, 6 comments - I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,by Emily Dickinson 18 lines - This is the night mail crossing the Border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,by W H Auden 65 lines - the tarpaulin flaps are buttoned down
on the windows of the state transport bus.by Arun Kolatkar 28 lines - The opening of the railway line…
The Governor and all,by A B 'Banjo' Paterson 7 lines, 1 comment - A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;by Anonymous Americas 60 lines - The darkness brings no quiet here, the light
No waking: ever on my blinded brainby Archibald Lampman 13 lines - "Now this is the price of a stirrup-cup,"
The kneeling doctor said.by Rudyard Kipling 100 lines - With lifted feet, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hillby Henry Charles Beeching 28 lines - A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there;
A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining chair;by Eugene Field 20 lines - He's called The General from the brazen craft
And dash with which he sneaks a bit of roadby William Ernest Henley 13 lines - Come, my little one, with me!
There are wondrous sights to seeby Eugene Field 53 lines - Men with picked voices chant the names
of cities in a huge gallery: promisesby William Carlos Williams 50 lines, 1 comment - A green eye-and a red-in the dark.
Thunder-smoke-and a spark.by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge 22 lines - What is this that roareth thus?
Can it be a Motor Bus?by Alfred Denis Godley 20 lines - How many times in years gone by,
My faithful grid have you and Iby Cicely Fox Smith 42 lines - Fields beneath a quilt of snow
From which the rocks and stubble sleep,by Sara Teasdale 8 lines - The bus is swaying. We have left Sloane Square.
Noisily the conductor climbs the stair.by Jan Struther 11 lines - Deep at the bottom of a precipice
a swift stream intensely blue goes bubbling by,by Shigeji Tsuboi 46 lines
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