A November Night’s Traveller (Joanna Baillie Poems)
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
HE , who with journey well begun,Beneath the beam of morning's sun,Stretching his view o'er hill and dale,And distant city, ...
I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie's Bridge,The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe's Peak, and Granite Ridge.The "tailers" in the ...
Texas Jack, you are amusin'. By Lord Harry, how I laughedWhen I seen yer rig and saddle with its bulwarks ...
When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free,Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, ...
AH! who can imagine what plague and what bothersHe feels, who sits down to write verses for others!His pen must ...
1 I don't believe in omens or fear Forebodings. I flee from neither slander Nor from poison. Death does not ...
Earth swallows herself And, knocking her head against the sky, Patches the gaps in her memory With humankind and grass. ...
The white men played all sorts of jokes on me.They took big fish off my hookAnd put little ones on, ...
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That ...
The white men played all sorts of jokes on me. They took big fish off my hook And put little ...
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