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 ...
Been out in the lifeboat often? Ay, ay, sir, oft enough.When it's rougher than this? Lor' bless you! this ain't ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
BREEZES blowin' middlin' brisk,Snow-flakes thro' the air a-whisk,Fallin' kind o' soft an' light,Not enough to make things white,But jest sorter ...
Crawlin about like a snail in the mud,Covered wi clammy blae,ME, made after the image o' God -Jings! but it's ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
He was lyin' on his bunk, In the hut behind the mill,Ravin' like a man wild drunk, Never silent, ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
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