Friar Pedro’s Ride (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
IWhere the sun sinks through leagues of arid sky, Where the sun dies o'er leagues of arid plain,Where the dead ...
DRAMATIS PERSONAEPoet. Philosopher. Jones of Mariposa.POETHalt! Here we are. Now wheel your mare a trifle Just where you stand; then ...
We meet in peace, though from our native EastThe sun that sparkles on our birthday feastGlanced as he rose on ...
This is the tale that the ChronicleTells of the wonderful miracleWrought by the pious Padre Serro,The very reverend Junipero.The heathen ...
(MASSACHUSETTS SHORE, 1800) I mind it was but yesterday:The sun was dim, the air was chill;Below the town, below the ...
Dear Dolly! who does not recallThe thrilling page that pictured allThose charms that held our sense in thrall Just as ...
Here's yer toy balloons! All sizes!Twenty cents for that. It risesJest as quick as that 'ere, Miss,Twice as big. Ye ...
Who comes? The sentry's warning cryRings sharply on the evening air:Who comes? The challenge: no reply,Yet something motions there.A woman, ...
(MOUTH OF THE SHAFT)What I want is my husband, sir,-- And if you're a man, sir,You'll give me an answer,-- ...
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