For The King (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640)As you look from the plaza at Leon westYou can see her house, but the view is bestFrom ...
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640)As you look from the plaza at Leon westYou can see her house, but the view is bestFrom ...
CLARICE awoke next morning with the sense That something she had found, and something lost; A little pain she felt, ...
October, and eleven after dark: Both mist and night. Among us in the coach Packed heat on which the windows ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
Now shift the blanket pad before your saddle back you fling, And draw your cinch up tighter till the sweat ...
By an old whitewashed PagodaLooking Eastwards to the WestThere's a Burma girl, from BermondseySits in a sparrow's nest.She's as pretty ...
The great Lars Andersonicus, Who dwelleth in the South,Who hath the front of Grecian Jove And the heavy bearded mouth,He ...
I walk the old frequented ways That wind around the tangled braes, I live again ...
UPON the whitewashed wallsA woman's shadow falls,A woman walketh o'er the darksome floors. A soft, angelic smileLighteth her face the ...
Remember that little girl at Afyon train station,Who took off her shoes when she got on the train; Think of ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
I. Insomnia The bulb at the front door burns and burns. If it were a white rose it would tire ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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