“Rap, rap! upon the well-worn stone, How falls the polished hammer! Rap, rap! the measured sound has grown A quick and merry clamor. Now shape the sole! now deftly curl The glassy vamp around it, And bless the while the bright-eyed girl Whose gentle fingers bound it!” WellsFallGirlSoundShapesStonesFingersBoundsRapGentleBlessSoleWornHammersMerryPolishedCurlsClamorVamp Book:Songs of Labor and Reform From Volume III., the Works of Whittier: Anti-Slavery Poems and Songs of Labor and Reform Source: Songs of Labor and Reform From Volume III., the Works of Whittier: Anti-Slavery Poems and Songs of Labor and Reform
“Three miles long and two streets wide, the town curls around the bay ... a gaudy run with Mediterranean splashes of color, crowded steep-pitched roofs, fishing piers and fishing boats whose stench of mackerel and gasoline is as aphrodisiac to the sensuous nose as the clean bar-whisky smell of a nightclub where call girls congregate.” LongTwoRunningGirlThreeSeaStreetsColorRiversTownsCleanFishesSmellWideMilesBarsBoatNosesLakesFishingRoofCrowdedCurlsGasolineSteepWhiskySensuousNightclubsAphrodisiacGaudyPiersFishing BoatsMackerel Book:Advertisements for Myself Source: Advertisements for Myself