When You’re Throwed (Bruce Kiskaddon Poems)
If a feller's been astraddle since he's big enough to ride,And has had to throw a saddle onto every sort ...
If a feller's been astraddle since he's big enough to ride,And has had to throw a saddle onto every sort ...
I have often been asked by the people I knowed,To tell 'em the way that a cow puncher rode.Now them ...
In the morning's light advancing, Forward bounds a gallant steed,Deck'd with Beauty's goodly housing, Shod with Youth, Health, ...
He stands upon the city street, keen-eyed, and brown of face,He seems to bring a breath of air from some ...
Saddle me up the Zebra Dun-Whoa, Zebe, whoa! Double-cinch the son of a gun-Whoa, till I bridle you, whoa! Foot ...
1Praise of living virtuous men Is like praising God himself,And good news received with love Is like the Ghost in ...
Come on, Marse Robert, throw yourself into the saddle,For the fifes are growing fretful and the drums begin to boom:Get ...
HERE where each road-worn oneRests till the night is done,In the grey dawning I saw my horse stand,And as I ...
240Ah, Moon - and Star!You are very far -But were no oneFarther than you -Do you think I'd stopFor a ...
The colours of the setting sun Withdrew across the Western land- He raised the sliprails, one by one, And shot ...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
Ah, Moon -- and Star! You are very far -- But were no one Farther than you -- Do you ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
Out of the wood my White Knight came: His eyes were bright with a bitter flame, As I clung to ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss? Yea, had she borne the ...
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
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