Cadet Grey – Canto III (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
IWhere the sun sinks through leagues of arid sky, Where the sun dies o'er leagues of arid plain,Where the dead ...
IWhere the sun sinks through leagues of arid sky, Where the sun dies o'er leagues of arid plain,Where the dead ...
In sixteen hundred and forty-one,The regular yearly galleon,Laden with odorous gums and spice,India cottons and India rice,And the richest silks ...
And you are the poet, and so you want Something--what is it?--a theme, a fancy?Something or other the Muse won't ...
(SEPTEMBER, 1779)I"Have a care!" the bailiffs cried From their cockleshell that layOff the frigate's yellow side, Tossing on Scarborough Bay,While ...
Now shift the blanket pad before your saddle back you fling, And draw your cinch up tighter till the sweat ...
(AFTER EDGAR ALLAN POE)The skies they were ashen and sober, The streets they were dirty and drear;It was night in ...
(ALKALI STATION)Cicely says you're a poet; maybe,--I ain't much on rhyme:I reckon you'd give me a hundred, and beat me ...
Dow's Flat. That's its name; And I reckon that youAre a stranger? The same? Well, I thought it was true,--For ...
(REFUGIO MINE, NORTHERN MEXICO) Drunk and senseless in his place, Prone and sprawling on his face,More like brute ...
An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching,A bare, bleak shed in blackest silhouette,Twelve years of platform, and before them ...
Oh, you're the girl lives on the corner? Come in--if you want to-- come quick!There's no one but me in ...
Dear Dolly! who does not recallThe thrilling page that pictured allThose charms that held our sense in thrall Just as ...
Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green-- So charming and rurally true--A singular bird, with a manner ...
Crying! Of course I am crying, and I guess you would be crying, too,If people were telling such stories as ...
They ran through the streets of the seaport town,They peered from the decks of the ships that lay;The cold sea-fog ...
Down the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the plain, Soldier-like and merry: ...
O BELLS that rang, O bells that sang Above the martyrs' wilderness, Till from that reddened coast-line sprang The Gospel ...
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