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 deserts wild and many a pathless woodOf savage climes where I have wandered long,Whose hills and streams are yet ...
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