Ballade XVIII. (J Quixley Poems)
Whoo (J Quixley)
Whoo (J Quixley)
A crow flew down from a tall oak tree, Just as important as he could be; For a Congress of ...
'Tis an eerie thing o'er the moor to fare When the eddies of peat-smoke justle, When the wraiths of ...
Trees standing in rain; Footfalls on the pavement, feet crushing leaves; A little girl leaving her house; The moon, barely ...
Where the rocks are gray and the shore is steep, And the waters below look dark and deep, Where the ...
Through half her teens, e'en from her birth,All humour, comedy and mirth,Of fun and whim the very soul,While true good-nature ...
TO CALVIN W. REYNOLDS, Columbus, O. Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Cums fum de owl, De mos' com'kul Ub all de ...
The little brown owl sits up in the Tree, And if you look well His big eyes you ...
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