Poems by Thomas Pringle
The Coranna
... To feast on milk and game, and wake the moon-light dance ...
To Sir Walter Scott
... Whose hills and streams are yet ungraced by song, ...
The Caffer
... Between the black-skinned bandit and the white ...
The Lion Hunt
... And hark that hoarse sound - like the deep thunder growling ...
The Hottentot
... "He's a base-hearted hound - not worth his food" - ...
The Bechuana Boy
... "While, friendless thus, my master's flocks ...
The Bushman
... With the proud 'Christian-Men' - for they are fiends! ...
The Caffer Commando
... And the tiger-wolf laughs in his bone-strewed brake, ...
Makanna's Gathering
... Your herds, your wives, your comrades lost - ...
The Slave Dealer
... "Such murder foul thou ne'er hast done &emsp ...
The Kosa
... And now come smiles, and now come sighs, ...
Song Of The Wild Bushman
... And none who there his sting provokes, ...
Afar In The Desert
... Where the gnu, the gazelle, and the hartèbeest graze, ...
