A gallery of famous English and American poets . wild and a desolate a sea heart-broken on the hard brown stone . .And into the Brazos ... I rode all alone—All alone, save only a horse blind and bare and burnt to the , just ns the terrible sea came in 476 MILLER. And tumbled its thousands hot into the tide, Till the tide blocked up and the swift stream brimmed In eddies, we struck on the opposite side. Sell Pach^—blind Pache? Now, mister, look have slept in my tent and partook of my cheerMany days, many days, on this rugged hontier,For the ways they we
A gallery of famous English and American poets . wild and a desolate a sea heart-broken on the hard brown stone . .And into the Brazos ... I rode all alone—All alone, save only a horse blind and bare and burnt to the , just ns the terrible sea came in 476 MILLER. And tumbled its thousands hot into the tide, Till the tide blocked up and the swift stream brimmed In eddies, we struck on the opposite side. Sell Pach^—blind Pache? Now, mister, look have slept in my tent and partook of my cheerMany days, many days, on this rugged hontier,For the ways they were rough and Camanches were near;But youd better pack up, sir! That tent is too smallFor us two after this! Has an old you book-men believe, got no tum-tum at all?Sell Pache ! You buy him ! A bag full of gold!You show him! Tell of him the tale I have told!Why, he bore me through fire, and is blind, and is old!. , Now pack up your papers, and get up and spinTo them cities you tell of . . Blast you and your tin ! TIM LOVES LOGIC. And if I ask thee for a kiss, I ask no more than this sweet breeze,With far less title to the bliss. Steals every minute at his yet how placid is thy brow ! It seems to woo the bold caress,While now he takes his kiss, and now All sorts of fi-eedoms with thy dress. 120 47T 478 TIMROD. 0] if I dare tliy hand to touch, Hath nothing pressed its palm before ?A flower, Im sure, hath done as much, And ah ! some senseless diamond strikes , love, the very rings Now sparkling on that hand of thineCould tell some truly startling things, If they had tongues or touch like mine. Indeed, indeed, I do not know, Of all that thou hast power to grant,A boon for which I could not show Some pretty precedent , for instance, I should clasp Thus,—so,—and thus ! thy slender waist-I would not hold within my grasp More than this loosened zone embraced. Oh ! put the auger from thine eyes, Or shut them if they still must
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