The Indian Princess, Me-nung-gah: And Other PoemsR. G. Badger, 1912 - 148 pages |
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beautiful braves and warriors brooklet brother called CANTO chief Wah-tun-gah chiefs and braves chieftain CHRYSANTHEMUM Cleveland in Ohio cold and drear conquer corn pone Cripple Creek danger dare daughter dear deer dreams Drive E'er earth fair Me-nung-gah father fear feast field of battle flowers fought friends gems grow hated Pawnees hear heart herds of bison hill-top INDIAN PRINCESS JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY JULIA DENT GRANT Kansas kill land Lest Listen live lover loyal maiden marching mighty Mo-sho-jah morning mother mountain nation Ne-blas-ka never night once great tribe pale-faced stranger PAPOOSE plains Pon-cas ponies river Santa Claus Santa Fe Trail scalp-lock scalped Shon-ga-sob-ba slay smile soon sorrow spare ribs splendor stop at Cripple story strife sweet tell things thought told tribe of Kon-zas valley whence wife wigwam wild winter wish I knew woman women wonder young chief young Wah-ho-bec-ca
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