Old Spookses’ Pass (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
Brother Bill.To have a good birthday for a grown-up person is very difficult indeed;We don't give it up, for Mother ...
Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun caressed,Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lost,With gladness I give you ...
(From Her Point of View)When I had firmly answered 'No',And he allowed that that was so,I really thought I should ...
We were not by when Jesus came, But round us, far and near, We see His trophies, and His name In choral echoes ...
I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to understand. In this garden was ...
I had a gig-horse, and I called him PleasureBecause on Sundays for a little jauntHe was so fast and showy, ...
The old horse shied,And though I triedTo grab the reins to steer,The wheels did threatTo soon upset,And filled poor Sue ...
Watching the shied core Striking the basket, skidding across the floor, Shows less and less of luck, and more and ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
ILMARINEN'S FRUITLESS WOOING.Ilmarinen, the magician,The eternal metal-artist,Lays aside the golden image,Beauteous maid of magic metals;Throws the harness on his courser,Binds ...
When I'm out among the fellows, with the work to hold my mind,Then there's heaps of joy in livin' an' ...
I.—THIS SIDE AN' THAT.The rich man sat in his father's seat—Purple an' linen, an' a'thing fine!The puir man lay at ...
The day of the long team is o'er,The long-line teamster is seen no more,The cadent notes of the leader's chimesAre ...
listenbelovedi dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great lily atilt on insolent waters ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure Because on Sundays for a little jaunt He was so fast ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
On Western plains, where shade is not, 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is ...
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