If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . ocking and tall as a young cypress, with her naked bosom dyedWith the crimson blood fast welling into fuller, richer tide;Dark the heavens grew above her, but she leaned against a treeAnd sent home another bullet in the cause of Cuba free. 18 IF TAM OSHANTER D HAD A WHEEL. Faint the Spanish cries. Caramba! what a jagged, gaping wound!Inez Cari, turning, staggered, and sank down upon the , El Capitan! A soldier ran and bent above her head,But she raised upon her elbow, where she lay, and shot him
If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . ocking and tall as a young cypress, with her naked bosom dyedWith the crimson blood fast welling into fuller, richer tide;Dark the heavens grew above her, but she leaned against a treeAnd sent home another bullet in the cause of Cuba free. 18 IF TAM OSHANTER D HAD A WHEEL. Faint the Spanish cries. Caramba! what a jagged, gaping wound!Inez Cari, turning, staggered, and sank down upon the , El Capitan! A soldier ran and bent above her head,But she raised upon her elbow, where she lay, and shot him Cuba! Cuba libre! cried she with her dying breath,And the guns of Spain won silence only with the aid of Death. Thus won Inez Cari glory but a week or so ago, On the field of Olayita, where she met the Spanish foe, And from neath the blessed banner of this blood-bought land I raiseMy one harp to strike the measures for a stirring song of Cuba! Cuba libre! Could I lift the cry again, by sixty million voices, it would not be raised in A NEW WOMAN. A new woman lives just over the way; But her hands are as soft as the tinted snowThat falls from the apple trees in May, And her lips are as sweet, I know, Youd be surprised; but on suffrage lawsShe has no views, and she doesnt speak; And even the Bibles flagrant flawsShe can stand for another week. Yet, tis said, at a wave of her little handHer subjects bow with an homage true; And there isnt a right in all the landThat isnt her guerdon due. For down a pathway of woven light,That leads to this world from thejeweled skies,She came last eve, with her browall brightWith the dews of Paradise.
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