Thomas Pringle Poems
- Song Of The Wild Bushman Let the proud White Man boast his ...
- Afar In The Desert Afar in the Desert I love to ride, With ...
- The Caffer Lo! where he crouches by the cleugh's dark ...
- Makanna's Gathering Wake! Amakósa, wake! And arm yourselves ...
- The Kosa The free-born Kosa still doth hold The fields his ...
- The Bechuana Boy I sat at noontide in my tent, And looked ...
- The Lion Hunt Mount -- mount for the hunting -- with musket ...
Thomas Pringle was a Scottish writer, poet and abolitionist, known as the father of South African Poetry, being the first successful English language poet and author to describe South Africa's scenery, native peoples, and living conditions.
Born at Blaiklaw (now named Blakelaw), four miles south of Kelso in Roxburghshire, Thomas Pringle studied at Edinburgh University where he developed a talent for writing. Being lame, he did not follow his father into farming, but worked as a clerk and continued writing, soon succeeding to editorships of journals and newspapers. One of his poems celebrating his Scottish heritage came to the attention of the novelist Sir Walter Scott, by whose ... more »
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Song Of The Wild Bushman
Let the proud White Man boast his flocks,
And fields of foodful grain;
My home is 'mid the mountain rocks,
The Desert my domain.
I plant no herbs nor pleasant fruits,
I toil not for my cheer;
The Desert yields me juicy roots,
And herds of bounding deer.
The countless springboks are my flock,
Spread o'er the unbounded plain;
The buffalo bendeth to my yoke,
The wild-horse to my rein;
My yoke is the quivering assagai,
My rein the tough bow-string;
My bridle curb is a slender barb --
Yet it quells the forest-king.
The crested ...