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PIKE COUNTY BALLADS John 1838-1905 Hay,N. C. (Newell Convers) 1882-1945 Wyeth,Bruce 1870-1957 Rogers, Former Owner No preview available - 2016 |
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beams beauty bless blood boys come home brave breeze bright charms CONCORDE crown CURSE OF HUNGARY Dacia dawn dear death donjon donjon stands dreams Edom ENCHANTED SHIRT eyes fades fair faith fire flame flash fling flush forever Freedom Fytte ye ghost GILGAL glad gleam gloom glory God's hands happy heart Heaven HEINRICH HEINE hills hot eyes kisses laughed life's light lips long dim road love truly love's Memento mori monkish MONKS OF BASLE never night o'er passed Pavillon de Flore Phinn Piedmont PITZ LANGUARD prairie PRAYER rapture ring River rough wooing Saladin scorn shade shadow shame shine skies sleep slow light smile sorrowful swim soul Sphinx splendor stain star summer SUNRISE SURRENDER OF SPAIN sweet swift swim the dead sword tears tender thee three monks thy banner truth TUILERIES twilight vague voice waves whisky-skin wild youth
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Page 22 - But he never flunked, and he never lied; I reckon he never knowed how. And this was all the religion he had — To treat his engine well; Never be passed on the river; To mind the pilot's bell; And if ever the Prairie Belle took fire, A thousand times he swore He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank Till the last soul got ashore. All boats has their day on the Mississip, And her day come at last — The Movastar was a better boat, But the Belle she wouldn't be passed. And so she come tearin...
Page 69 - A WOMAN'S LOVE. A SENTINEL angel sitting high in glory Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory : " Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story ! •'' I loved, — and, blind with passionate love, I fell Love brought me down to death, and death to Hell. For God is just, and death for sin is well " I do not rage against his high decree, Nor for myself do ask that grace shall be ; But for my love on earth who mourns for me. " Great Spirit ! Let me see my love again And comfort him one hour, and...
Page 65 - Wide o'er the realm the couriers rode, And fast their horses ran, And many they saw, and to many they spoke, But they found no Happy Man. They found poor men who would fain be rich, And rich who thought they were poor, And men who twisted their waists in s'tays> And women that short hose wore.
Page 24 - ... cussedness, And knowed he would keep his word. And, sure's you're born, they all got off Afore the smoke-stacks fell, — And Bludso's ghost went up alone In the smoke of the Prairie Belle. He weren't no saint, — but at jedgment I'd run my chance with Jim, 'Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hands with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing, — And went for it thar and then ; And Christ ain'ta going to be too hard On a man that died for men. JOHN HAY LITTLE BREECHES I DON'T...
Page 66 - At last as they came to a village gate, A beggar lay whistling there; He whistled and sang and laughed and rolled On the grass in the soft June air. The weary couriers paused and looked At the scamp so blithe and gay; And one of them said, "Heaven save you, friend! You seem to be happy to-day.
Page 23 - There was runnin' and cursin', but Jim yelled out Over all the infernal roar, " I'll hold her nozzle agin the bank Till the last galoot's ashore !" Through the hot black breath of the burnin' boat Jim Bludso's voice was heard, And they all had trust in his cussedness And knowed he would keep his word. And, sure's you're born, they all got off Afore the smokestacks fell, And...
Page 27 - Why, blame your hearts, jest hear me! You know that ungodly day When our left struck Vicksburg Heights, how ripped And torn and tattered we lay. When the rest retreated I stayed behind, Fur reasons sufficient to me, — With a rib caved in, and a leg on a strike, I sprawled on that damned glacee.
Page 66 - This is our man," the courier said; " Our luck has lead us aright. I will give you a hundred ducats, friend, For the loan of your shirt to-night." The merry blackguard lay back on the grass, And laughed till his face was black; " I would do it, God wot," and he roared with the fun, " But I haven'ta shirt to my back.
Page 64 - Together they looked at the royal tongue, As the King on his couch reclined ; In succession they thumped his august chest . But no trace of disease could find. The old sage said, "You're as sound as a nut.
Page 24 - Through the hot, black breath of the burnin' boat Jim Bludso's voice was heard, And they all had trust in his cussedness, And knowed he would keep his word. And, sure's you're born, they all got off Afore the smokestacks fell, — And Bludso's ghost went up alone In the smoke of the Prairie Belle. He...