Cadet Grey – Canto II (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
I read last night of the Grand Review In Washington's chiefest avenue,—Two hundred thousand men in blue, I ...
An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching,A bare, bleak shed in blackest silhouette,Twelve years of platform, and before them ...
Where the short-legged EsquimauxWaddle in the ice and snow,And the playful Polar bearNips the hunter unaware;Where by day they track ...
SERENE, indifferent of Fate,Thou sittest at the Western Gate;Upon thy height, so lately won,Still slant the banners of the sun;Thou ...
(AN AERIAL RETROSPECT)What was it filled my youthful dreams,In place of Greek or Latin themes,Or beauty's wild, bewildering beams? ...
This is the reed the dead musician dropped,With tuneful magic in its sheath still hidden;The prompt allegro of its music ...
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