The Hand of Glory, : The Nurse’s Story (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
Malefica quaedam auguriatrix in Anglia fuit, quam demones horribiliter extraxerunt, et imponentes super equum terribilem, per aera rapuerunt; Clamoresque terribiles ...
Malefica quaedam auguriatrix in Anglia fuit, quam demones horribiliter extraxerunt, et imponentes super equum terribilem, per aera rapuerunt; Clamoresque terribiles ...
THE INDIAN CAMP.OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast;Out from the mysteryOf yet more shadowy times, a pathless past,Untracked ...
It was in April our spurs began to rattle, as we rode thru pasture to round up the cattle…It was ...
WHEN we were farm boys, years ago,I dare not tell how many,When, strange to say, the fairest dayWas often dark ...
Monarch of Hannah's rocking-chair,With unclipped beard and unkempt hair,Sitting at ease by the kitchen fire, Nor heeding the wind and the ...
Consider the chalice: both what I seekAnd where I find, believing Savior's bloodWas laced with meter and rhyme - my ...
When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roamThe mazy road, the crazy road that leads the ...
Oh, let's go out to the county fair And breathe the balmy country air, And whittle a ...
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs, Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an' ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
Chorus.-Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him. Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. I GAED ...
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
Our cowman, old Ed, hadn't much in his head, And lots of folks though him a witling; But he wasn't ...
To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve and die a ...
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the ...
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