The Birds Of Cirencester (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
Did I ever tell you, my dears, the wayThat the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?Well "Ciren-cester"--one OUGHT to say,From "Castra," or ...
Did I ever tell you, my dears, the wayThat the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?Well "Ciren-cester"--one OUGHT to say,From "Castra," or ...
Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum On the deep hush of moonlight forests broke;"Sing us a death-song, for thine hour ...
O beautiful woman, too well we know The terrible weight of thy woman's woe, So great that the world, in ...
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,Gliding figures, footsteps light,Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidensJazzing gaily through the night.Music quaint and queer and ...
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,Beside a fount of Araby;It was not fann'd by southern breezeIn some green isle ...
Toward God in heaven spaciousWith artless faith a boy looks free, As toward his mother gracious,And top of Christmas-tree.But early ...
Thou too art dead, ———! very kindHast thou been to me in my childish days,Thou best good creature. I have ...
* * *O, how our love is murderous,The dearer something is to usThe surer are we to destroy itIn passion's ...
With slender arms outstretching in the sunThe grass lies dead; The wind walks tenderly and stirs not one Frail fallen ...
"EVEN as the seed of the marigold,carried by the wind, lodges on the roofs of palaces, and lights the air ...
All, thou gentle one, lies embraced in thy kingdom; the graybeardBack to the days of his youth, childish and child-like, ...
BEETLING rock, with roar and smoke Break before my hammer-stroke! Deeper I must thrust and lower Till I hear the ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
It seemed as if the enormous journey was finally approaching its conclusion. From the window of the train the last ...
It seemed as if the enormous journey was finally approaching its conclusion. From the window of the train the last ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
All, thou gentle one, lies embraced in thy kingdom; the graybeard Back to the days of his youth, childish and ...
I reached the highest place in Spoon River, But through what bitterness of spirit! The face of my father, sitting ...
Tell me, was Altgeld elected Governor? For when the returns began to come in And Cleveland was sweeping the East, ...
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