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Thomas Pringle's Poetry, by popularity

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  • From deserts wild and many a pathless wood
    Of savage climes where I have wandered long,
    14 lines
  • The Bushman sleeps within his black-browed den,
    In the lone wilderness. Around him lie
    14 lines
  • I sat at noontide in my tent,
    And looked across the Desert dun,
    152 lines
  • Fast by his wild resounding River
    The listless Coran lingers ever;
    24 lines
  • The free-born Kosa still doth hold
    The fields his fathers held of old;
    52 lines
  • Lo! where he crouches by the cleugh's dark side,
    Eyeing the farmer's lowing herds afar;
    14 lines
  • Mild, melancholy, and sedate, he stands,
    Tending another's flock upon the fields,
    14 lines
  • Mount -- mount for the hunting -- with musket and spear!
    Call our friends to the field -- for the Lion is near!
    48 lines
  • Let the proud White Man boast his flocks,
            And fields of foodful grain;
    36 lines
  • From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,
    With visage tanned and dun:
    48 lines
  • Wake! Amakósa, wake!
    And arm yourselves for war.
    48 lines
  • Hark! -- heard ye the signals of triumph afar?
    'Tis our Caffer Commando returning from war:
    26 lines
  • Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
        With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
    100 lines
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