Robert Louis Stevenson

Songs of Travel

30 printed pages



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    Nomadic Gypsyhas quoted6 years ago
    Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
    Hunger my driver, I go where I must.
    Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather;
    Thick drives the rain, and my roof is in the dust.
    Nomadic Gypsyhas quoted6 years ago
    My mistress still the open road
    And the bright eyes of danger
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