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 ...
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
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 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 ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
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 ...
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 ...
How spake the Oracle, my Curtius, how?Methought, while on the shadowed terracesI walked and looked toward Rome, an echo cameOf ...
Buy my roses, citizens,-- Here are roses golden white,Like the stars that lovers watch On a purple summer night.Here are roses ruddy ...
My white canoe, like the silvery air O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls When the moons of the world are ...
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style, (Nor none ov my relations)Tew dig about the gnarly roots Ov prophetic spekkleations,Tew see what ...
He saved his soul and saved his pork, With old time preservation;He did not hold with creosote, Or new plans of salvation;He ...
"No," said old Farmer Downs to me, "I ain't the facts denyin',That all young folks in love must be, As birds must ...
The Farmer quit what he was at, The bee-hive he was smokin':He tilted back his old straw hat-- Says he, "Young man, ...
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 ...
Shake, shake the earth with giant tread, Thou red-maned Titian bold;For every step a man lies dead, A cottage hearth is cold.Take ...
GONE are the days, old Warrior of the Seas,When thine armed head, bent low to catch my voice,Caught but the ...
Shall Thor with his hammer Beat on the mountain,As on an anvil, A shackle and fetter?Shall the lame Vulcan Shout as he swingethGod-like ...
NAY! swear no more, thou woman whom I calledStar, Empress, Wife! Were Dian's self to leanFrom her white altar and ...
Long time one whisper'd in his ear-- "Give me my strong, pure soul; behold'Tis mine to give what men hold dear-- The ...
I marvel if my heart, Hath any room apart,Built secretly its mystic walls within; With subtly warded key. Ne'er yielded unto me--Where even ...
THE noon was as a crystal bowl The red wine mantled through;Around it like a Viking's beard The red-gold hazes blew,As tho' ...
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