Old Spookses’ Pass (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
I. WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,— Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me. Right smart at throwin' a lariat Was ...
The great farm house of Malcolm Graem stoodSquare shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill,With many windows looking everywhere;So that ...
The silver fangs of the mighty axe, Bit to the blood of our giant boles;It smote our breasts and smote our ...
Ev'ry dusk eye in Madrid,Flash'd blue 'neath its lid;As the cry and the clamour ran round,"The king has been crown'd!And ...
THE FORGING OF THE SWORD.At the forging of the Sword-- The mountain roots were stirr'd, Like the heart-beats of a bird; Like flax ...
I stand within the stony, arid town, I gaze for ever on the narrow street;I hear for ever passing up and ...
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