The Bechuana Boy (Thomas Pringle Poems)
I sat at noontide in my tent,And looked across the Desert dun,Beneath the cloudless firmamentFar gleaming in the sun,When from ...
I sat at noontide in my tent,And looked across the Desert dun,Beneath the cloudless firmamentFar gleaming in the sun,When from ...
The autumn air sweeps faint and chillAcross the maple-crested hill;And on my earFalls, tingling clear,A strange, mysterious, woodland thrill.From utmost ...
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