A Gallop of Fire (Marie E J Pitt Poems)
When the north wind moans thro' the blind creek coursesAnd revels with harsh, hot sand,I loose the horses, the wild ...
When the north wind moans thro' the blind creek coursesAnd revels with harsh, hot sand,I loose the horses, the wild ...
How large that thrush looks on the bare thorn-tree! A swarm of such, three little months ago, Had hidden in ...
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