Arthur Patchett Martin

Woolwich, Kent, England
Arthur Patchett Martin
Woolwich, Kent, England
Saturday, January 4, 2003

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Rating: 2.8
Not sweeter to the storm-tossed mariner
   Is glimpse of home, where wife and children wait
   To welcome him with kisses at the gate,
Than to the town-worn man the breezy stir

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COMMENTS
Kenneth Ncube 30 May 2014
Arthur i like this poem well done
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Stephen W 22 May 2015
I hope you're joking. He died in 1902.
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* Sunprincess * 27 May 2014
.~ Like burnished brass; the strong-winged bird of prey Sweeps by, upon his lonely vengeful way - While over all, like breath of holy vows, The sweet airs blow, and the high-vaulted sky Looks down in pity this fair Summer day On all poor earth-born creatures doomed to die. ~ ..........even on a beautiful summer day death still visits.....
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Michelle Claus 28 April 2014
Well, the first half of the poem contrasts the homesick mariner and the restless land-locked dweller. But the second half of the poem describes the bay and portends a death. Somewhat confusing.
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Michelle Claus 28 April 2014
Well, the first half of the poem contrasts the homesick mariner and the restless land-locked dweller. But the second half of the poem describes the bay and portends a death. Somewhat confusing.
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James Mclain 28 April 2013
I wait, the man in grey. The apple's, poisoned tree. As I, await. Each ship, that comes in. Leaving me without doubts....iip
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Manonton Dalan 28 April 2012
there's sadness on this poem
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