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 ...
I.Low the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood;With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the Helot ...
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.Dark matrix she, from which the human soulHas its last birth; whence, with ...
The silver fangs of the mighty axe, Bit to the blood of our giant boles;It smote our breasts and smote our ...
Max plac'd a ring on little Katie's hand,A silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd ...
My white canoe, like the silvery air O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls When the moons of the world are ...
My masters twain made me a bed Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar; Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder Of dreams of rest; ...
He stood beside her in the dawn (And she his Dawn and she his Spring),From her bright palm she fed her ...
BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill, Past the vineyards shady,Where the sun shone on a rill Jewelled like a lady.Proud the stream with ...
Beside the saffron of a curtain, litWith broidered flowers, below a golden fringeThat on her silver shoulder made a glow,Like ...
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 ...
GONE are the days, old Warrior of the Seas,When thine armed head, bent low to catch my voice,Caught but the ...
Day floated down the sky; a perfect day,Leaving a footprint of pale primrose goldAlong the west, that when her lover, ...
The red chief Gheezis, chief of the golden wampum, layAnd watched the west-wind blow adrift the clouds,With breath all flowery, ...
Fountain, cans't thou sing the song My Juan sang to meThe moonlit orange groves among? Then list the words from me,And mark ...
"If thou wilt hold my silver hair, O Lady sweet and bright;I'll bring thee, maiden darling, where Thy lover is to-night.Lay down ...
Roses, Senors, roses! Love is subtly hidIn the fragrant roses, Blown in gay Madrid.Roses, Senors, roses! Look, look, look, and seeLove hanging in ...
O BID the minstrel tune his harp, And bid the minstrel sing;And let it be a perfect strain That round the hall ...
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