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 ...
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; ...
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 ...
The Farmer quit what he was at, The bee-hive he was smokin':He tilted back his old straw hat-- Says he, "Young man, ...
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 ...
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