The Brus Book VI (John Barbour Poems)
The king is went till his ...
The king is went till his ...
Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,Been out since the night of escape — ...
OUT in the west, where runs are wide, And days than ours are hotter,Not very far from Lachlan Side There dwelt a ...
Who art thou,Who tracketh 'pon the path o' me-O' each turn, aye, and track?Thou! And thou astand!And o'er thy face ...
Who art thou,Who tracketh 'pon the path o' meO' each turn, aye, and track?Thou! And thou astand!And o'er thy face ...
THERE was a tracker in the force Of wondrous sight (the story ran):-He never failed to track a horse, He never failed ...
It's a long road, a cruel road, the road to Roma Jail,birds in all the branches mocking as you pass,the ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
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