Poems with rhymes of raid

Below my feet the still bazar is laid--
Far, far below the weary camels lie--
The camels and the captives of thy raid.

They had crippled his power for rapine and raid,
They had routed him out of his pet stockade,

Four I got with a hand grenade,
Two I shot in a midnight raid:

Savage they were, when on some hostile raid
(For where is he so high, whom war does not degrade?) .

In those who give you grudging aid
These days, may we the spirits see
Who for the love of men would raid

Theft is theft and raid is raid
Though reciprocally made.

Befor in the avaward raid,
The king himselff the rerward maid

Like shirtsleeves The boughs seemed frayed.
It drizzled. Clouds came low to raid

We make pitiful fight ‘gainst the raid
With a cloying and nauseous smell
In one hundred and nine in the shade.

A mild and most bewildered little shade.
I shall not make sepulchral midnight raid,

No master he obeyed,
But kept his clan in peace at home,
From foray and from raid;

Then he a proclamation maid,
All men to meet at Inverness,
Throw Murray land to mak a raid,

Schir Jhone the Cumyn sojornyng maid.
The Brus lap on and thidder raid

On it we all do make a raid,
And this we call a Ladies' Aid.

(And true the tale) a sorcerer, who made
Now farther, now more near, his frequent raid.

Go, make a moment's raid.
To the west — escape the earth
Before your pennons fade!

Amang the horsmen that thar raid
80 And woundis wid to thaim thai maid

Proud of his prowess in psort and trade
Was the Fool, who scoffed at an alien raid.

The young and old are afraid
The rich and poor fear the raid

The young and old are afraid
The rich and poor fear the raid