Old Spense (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
The great farm house of Malcolm Graem stoodSquare shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill,With many windows looking everywhere;So that ...
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.Dark matrix she, from which the human soulHas its last birth; whence, with ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
Max plac'd a ring on little Katie's hand,A silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd ...
He saved his soul and saved his pork, With old time preservation;He did not hold with creosote, Or new plans of salvation;He ...
He stood beside her in the dawn (And she his Dawn and she his Spring),From her bright palm she fed her ...
When the moon was horned the mother died, And the child pulled at her hand and knee,And he rubbed her cheek ...
"O soft, small cloud, the dim, sweet dawn adorning,Swan-like a-sailing on its tender grey; Why dost thou, dost thou float, So high, ...
Shake, shake the earth with giant tread, Thou red-maned Titian bold;For every step a man lies dead, A cottage hearth is cold.Take ...
Fountain, cans't thou sing the song My Juan sang to meThe moonlit orange groves among? Then list the words from me,And mark ...
Ae blink o' the bonnie new mune, Ay tinted as sune as she's seen,Wad licht me to Meg frae the toun, Tho' ...
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