The Bechuana Boy (Thomas Pringle Poems)
I sat at noontide in my tent,And looked across the Desert dun,Beneath the cloudless firmamentFar gleaming in the sun,When from ...
I sat at noontide in my tent,And looked across the Desert dun,Beneath the cloudless firmamentFar gleaming in the sun,When from ...
From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,With visage tanned and dun:His Mother, when he told his name,Scarce knew her long-lost son;So ...
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