Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part II. (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
He comes when the gullies are wrapped in the gloaming,And lime-lights are trained on the tops of the gums,To stand ...
He comes when the gullies are wrapped in the gloaming And limelights are trained on the tops of the gums,To stand ...
All the men of Harbury go down to the sea in ships,The wind upon their faces, the salt upon their ...
Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me;He has no settled scheme or plan ...
O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN!!See our tears repentant streamin'!See the pearly drops a-gleamin', Streamin' from our rheumy eye!Mark our weskits ...
Over the camp-firesDrank I with heroes,Under the Donau bank,Warm in the snow trench:Sagamen heard I there,Men of the Longbeards,Cunning and ...
Whene'er I drink of Friezland ale,Drawn from an old brown bottle;I feel as if a summer mornWas running down my ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago,And he was ...
Don't yeh hear them callin, to yeh, callin' to yeh, lad? Where the skyline's smeared an' grey with cannon smoke,There's ...
In the olive groves of Italy Men minds are all aflame;For the war-lust spreads thro' Italy, Where war-lords call the ...
There's a bump on his brow and a smear on his cheek That is plainly the stain of his tears;At ...
The women-folk are like to books,-- Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
As far as I can see this autumn haze That spreading in the evening air both way, Makes the new ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
I look into the aching womb of night; I look across the mist that masks the dead; The moon is ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
Between the avenues of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices Of linen, go the chaunting choristers, The priests ...
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