Luke (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
(IN THE COLORADO PARK, 1873)Wot's that you're readin'?--a novel? A novel!--well, darn my skin!You a man grown and bearded and ...
(IN THE COLORADO PARK, 1873)Wot's that you're readin'?--a novel? A novel!--well, darn my skin!You a man grown and bearded and ...
Though you're not exactly blue,Yet you don't feel like you doIn the winter, or the long hot summer days.For your ...
I wash me 'ands uv 'im, I tells 'em straight. "You women can do wot yeh dash well like.I leave ...
Dear friends, I'm Deakin....No; no mistake,You're wide awake.It's ALF that's speakin'...I wish to makeA few remarks about - Eh? What,O, ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyceHed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice.Some folks called him Sooner, a name ...
I'm home plenty early, I reckon—It's too soon to start cookin' grub,So before I begin with my bakin'I'll take me ...
Have you heard the inscrutable mutable Alf,The mannerly man with the silvery tongue? Ever ...
We were speakin' of excitement, an' the hair upliftin' thrills That sorter dot life's landscape, like the bill board ads. ...
Lucksaid Dan,"Never no luckcome my way, sonny!None o' them widders with a nice little pileLookin' for a sailor manLooked at ...
Though siller Tweed rin o'er the lea, An' dark the Dee 'mang Highland heather, Yet siller Tweed ...
We was speakin' of folks, jes' common folks, An' we come to this conclusion, That wherever they be, on land ...
This Cen-TEEN-ary, sez 'e --Sez I, "You'll pardon me." (Perlite, like that, first off, and 'arf in laughter)."You'll pardon me, ...
Speakin' in general, I'ave tried 'em all The 'appy roads that take you o'er the world. Speakin' in general, I'ave ...
Speakin' in general, I'ave tried 'em all The 'appy roads that take you o'er the world. Speakin' in general, I'ave ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
We was in a crump-'ole, 'im and me; Fightin' wiv our bayonets was we; Fightin' 'ard as 'ell we was, ...
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin' Pack dat carpet bag! You must get to de Poll, you must ...
Down mildest shores of milk-white sand, By cape and fair Floridian bay, Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on ...
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