King Philip’s Last Stand (Clinton Scollard Poems)
'T Was Captain Church, bescarred and brown,And armed cap-a-pie. Came ambling into Plymouth-town; And from far riding up and down ...
'T Was Captain Church, bescarred and brown,And armed cap-a-pie. Came ambling into Plymouth-town; And from far riding up and down ...
Oh, the wind from the desert blew in! — KhamsinThe wind from the desert blew in! It blew from the ...
At night there came unto MacCarthy More A hooded vision with a voice that said, "Go thou straightway and raise ...
What is that shimmering line of white Gliding under the stark midnight-- Gliding--gliding--gliding--gliding-- Where the river gleams when the ...
By the "Church of the Name" lies Desmond, The body of Desmond lies, And the wind of the east ...
Oh, the little creek Coonana, How clear it runs and cold Where "Conn of the hundred battles" Fought ...
My love has kissed me on the lips an' sailed beyond the sea, An', sooth, that was a sorry day ...
I can remember the plaint of the wind on the moor, Crying at dawning, and crying at shut of ...
Out of Ulster came O'Donnell, Black O'Donnell and his crew,-- Kelly, More, Mac Carthy, Connell, Joined the cry--"O'Donnell ...
Blue weather, blue weather abroad on the moors, And the cry of the wind that elates and allures; Sing ...
I crept up Benbulbin a-hunting the boar; Mist swooped on the heather, mist swept down the shore, And all of ...
Oh, it's gray rain in the valleys, White rain where the moorland lies, And in from the bleak sea-borders ...
Through rush and reed The long, strong tides recede, Jostle and surge, And toss and urge, And foam and merge, ...
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