The Wooing Of Gheezis (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
The red chief Gheezis, chief of the golden wampum, layAnd watched the west-wind blow adrift the clouds,With breath all flowery, ...
The red chief Gheezis, chief of the golden wampum, layAnd watched the west-wind blow adrift the clouds,With breath all flowery, ...
WHO HAD SENT ME A SEVEN-POUND TROUTFit for an Abbot of Theleme, For the whole Cardinals' College, orThe Pope himself to ...
Did you ever meet Miss Pixie of the Spruces, Did you ever glimpse her mocking elfin face,Did you ever hear her ...
Pashepaho heard the young menTill their lofty words had ended,And in accents stern, thus answered:"For your presents, I am thankful.By ...
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)Brown foundling of the Western wood, Babe of primeval wildernesses!Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
There runs a road by Merrow Down-- A grassy track to-day it is-- An hour out Guildford town, Above the ...
1 When the world turns completely upside down You say we'll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
You, Doctor Martin, walk from breakfast to madness. Late August, I speed through the antiseptic tunnel where the moving dead ...
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas, Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth; The Wanderlust ...
When I face north a lost Cree on some new shore puts a moccasin down, rock in the light and ...
They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful, well, today I feel euphorian, Today I have the ...
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