How The Old Horse Won The Bet (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
DEDICATED BY A CONTRIBUTOR TO THE COLLEGIAN,1830, TO THE EDITORS OF THE HARVARD ADVOCATE, 1876.'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,The ...
DEDICATED BY A CONTRIBUTOR TO THE COLLEGIAN,1830, TO THE EDITORS OF THE HARVARD ADVOCATE, 1876.'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,The ...
Poor, little bird! the chase is ended;No longer hast thou cause for fear;Within these walls thou art befriended;No sportsmen can ...
In dreams of the night I hear the callOf wild duck scudding across the lake,In dreams I see the old ...
Queen of hundred ocean Isles, Rich in scenic grandeurs;Land of forest, hill, and glen, Where the tourist wanders.Land of torrent, lake, and ...
January brings the snow,makes our feet and fingers glow.February brings the rain,Thaws the frozen lake again.March brings breezes loud and ...
The morning is breaking-- The stag is away!The hounds and the hunters The signal obey!The horn bids the echoes Awake as we go,And ...
Hunters are fretting, and hacks in a lather, Sportsmen arriving from left and from right; Bridle-roads bringing them, see how ...
Through half her teens, e'en from her birth,All humour, comedy and mirth,Of fun and whim the very soul,While true good-nature ...
Follow, follow, you who sicken where the throngs pulsate and thicken, Leave your doubting and your dreaming and your ...
We mean to say, it never has been granted That anyone but England could decide,In the crease or at the ...
If the cricket critics' naggingMerits stern official gagging -- Which I doubt --How would critical ascetics,With their prosy homiletics, Shut ...
Through yon little planting, by yonder streamside,Where Ribble's sweet waters flow softly and wide,While the dew's on the meadows it's ...
Forward! Hark forward's the cry!One more fence and we're out on the open,So to us at once, if you want ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad'wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops ...
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
They held a polo meeting at a little country town, And all the local sportsmen came to win themselves renown. ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
On Western plains, where shade is not, 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is ...
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