Bronco Shod With Wings (Henry Herbert Knibbs Poems)
Sing me a home beyond the stars, and if the song be fair,I'll dwell awhile with melody--as long as mortal ...
Sing me a home beyond the stars, and if the song be fair,I'll dwell awhile with melody--as long as mortal ...
What have I gained by the toil of the trail?I know and know well.I have found once again the lore ...
Now shift the blanket pad before your saddle back you fling, And draw your cinch up tighter till the sweat ...
It was up in the Bad Lands, I was rangin' alone,I first heard of this cayuse, The Ridge Runnin' Roan.He ...
We each of us have a good "alibi"For being down here in the "joint"But few of them really are justifiedIf ...
Say, Bo, this little Yewropean warIt grieves our gloryus nation to the core - The vurry core of its great, ...
There are strange things told of spirits bold,And the trail to Sante Fe,There is many a tale of the Chisholm ...
At a roundup on the Gily,One sweet mornin' long ago,Ten of us was throwed right freelyBy a hawse from Idaho.And ...
Old women say that men don't knowThe pain through which all mothers go,And maybe that is true, and yetI vow ...
Off across the wide arroyo sweeps the breezes of the fall,Where the haze of Injun summer sort o' lingers over ...
I've played the movin' picter game,An' worked it good an' hard,But it is too all-fired tameFor real cowpunchers, pard.Them actor-guys ...
To Scythian and Cantabrian plots, Pay them no heed, O Quintius! So long as we From care are ...
I fought I was hep to the whole string o' fairiesNot one o' the bunch could put me to the ...
The rich man has his motor-car, His country and his town estate. He smokes a fifty-cent cigar ...
The rich man has his motor-car, His country and his town estate.He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at ...
Yes, I being the terrible puppet of my dreams, shall lavish this on you- the dense mine of the orchid, ...
If you think you are beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don’t If you like to ...
The clover was in blossom, an' the year was at the June, When Flap-jack Billy hit the town, likewise O'Flynn's ...
One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
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