Dow’s Flat (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
Dow's Flat. That's its name; And I reckon that youAre a stranger? The same? Well, I thought it was true,--For ...
Dow's Flat. That's its name; And I reckon that youAre a stranger? The same? Well, I thought it was true,--For ...
An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching,A bare, bleak shed in blackest silhouette,Twelve years of platform, and before them ...
REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMESWe hev tumbled ez dust Or ez worms of the yearth;Wot we looked for hez bust! We ...
(WAR OF THE REBELLION, 1884)No, I won't,--thar, now, so! And it ain't nothin',--no!And thar's nary to tell that you folks ...
Why, as to that, said the engineer,Ghosts ain't things we are apt to fear;Spirits don't fool with levers much,And throttle-valves ...
Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. Thar isn't her match in the county;Is thar, old gal,--Chiquita, my darling, my beauty?Feel ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyceHed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice.Some folks called him Sooner, a name ...
The shades of night were falling fast,As through an Eastern village passedA youth who bore, through dust and heat,A stencil-plate, ...
Say there! P'r'apsSome on you chaps Might know Jim Wild?Well,--no offense:Thar ain't no sense In gittin' riled!Jim was my chum ...
Didn't know Flynn,--Flynn of Virginia,--Long as he's been 'yar?Look 'ee here, stranger,Whar HEV you been?Here in this tunnel He was ...
(SIMPSON'S BAR, 1858)So you've kem 'yer agen, And one answer won't do?Well, of all the derned men That I've struck, ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Because there is safety in derision I talked about an apparition, I took no trouble to convince, Or seem plausible ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
Down mildest shores of milk-white sand, By cape and fair Floridian bay, Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on ...
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones, He had this pint about him: He'd swear with a hundred sighs ...
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, With a lot o' truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin' (Which ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
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