Old Spookses’ Pass (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--'Taint a knowin' kind o' cattle Thet is ketched with mouldy corn;Put ...
She was wearin' awa'! she was wearin' awa'!Wi' the leaves in October, we thocht she wad fa',For her cheek was ...
"The Short And Simple Annals of The Poor"A lanely loch, a muirlan' broon, A warl' o' whins an' heather,Whaur aft, whan ...
The fever-cloud hung owre the toun, Dark drippin' wi' the dews o' death,That fell on mony a lowly hame Wi' silent, stealin,' ...
In Scarlet towne, where I was borne,There was a faire maid dwellin,Made every youth crye, wel-awaye!Her name was Barbara Allen.All ...
(From a Westerner's Point of View.) No matter what you call it, Whether genius, or art, He sings the simple songs that come The ...
When ol' Sis' Judy pray,De teahs come stealin' down my cheek,De voice ur God widin me speak';I see myse'f so ...
MAMMY'S in de kitchen, an' de do' is shet;All de pickaninnies climb an' tug an' sweat,Gittin' to de winder, stickin' ...
dreamt i was a poet&writin' silver sailin' songswordsstrong & powerful crashing' thruwalls of steel & concreteerected in minds weak&those asleepreplacin' ...
'Ere! 'Ave a 'eart! 'e sez. "Why, love a duck! A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block!There ain't no ...
The Nith has a weird, weird soun' the nicht, As it swurls through the big black pool,An' the win' comin' ...
When I'm out among the fellows, with the work to hold my mind,Then there's heaps of joy in livin' an' ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
Howdy sistah Tootles! Ah's jes' er passin' by. Thought I'd kindah drap in Let yo' kno' revival's nigh. Hain't seed ...
'TWAS down in Honolulu, Way off one night afar, The sea-breeze comin' cooler Across the coral bar, When Lulu's eyes ...
Not guilty, yer Honers! I talks to yer straight! An' I calls it a pretty crook game -An' an 'og ...
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