Grant At Rest– August 8, 1885 (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest, and held nopath but as wild adventure led him... And he returned ...
Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest, and held nopath but as wild adventure led him... And he returned ...
They are mustering cattle on Brigalow Vale Where the stock-horses whinny and stamp,And where long Andy Ferguson, you may go bail, Is ...
Trapping brumbies in the moonlight! those were nights of reckless fun,'Way back on Campbell's country - on the Goory-bibil run,When ...
"Well thou answerest, steed; well thou answerest!Keeping time to thy hoof-beats my heart beats,Tramping louder as faster the sparks fly,Gallop ...
WHO may the victors be, not yet we know;Our care, all sights set true, the shell in place,The flame outleaping, ...
A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall, And a message: 'Come out to the back of the run- Be out ...
Behold! As from the shades of night, An army gathers full of might, And strong with constant courage stands 'Tween ...
Once the heavens' gabled door Opened: down a stabled floor, Down the thunders, something galloped far and wide, Glancing far ...
O to go out once more and see the moon's clear shining Break on the waters into silver bars,Hear ...
Let the dark mountain shake to the thunder Where the wild horses trample the fern,Let the deep vales ...
The hoof-beats sound, the harness clacks and clinks, The wagon rattles in the frosty air Along the level prairie road ...
Billy rode on a pinto horseBilly the Kid I meanAnd he met Clyde Barrow ridingIn a little gray machineBilly drew ...
Hoof-beats thundering on the paves,Wagons crashing by.(But O I dream of distant waves,God's tent of open sky!)Bells that clamor all ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A ...
FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,-- ...
ABOUT the sheltered garden ground The trees stand strangely still. The vale ne'er seemed so deep before, Nor yet so ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
It lies beyond the Western Pines Towards the sinking sun, And not a survey mark defines The bounds of "Brumby's ...
Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all, That which is gendered in the wilderness From lonely prairies and ...
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