A Legend Of Cologne (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
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 ...
An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching,A bare, bleak shed in blackest silhouette,Twelve years of platform, and before them ...
(SIERRAS)We checked our pace, the red road sharply rounding; We heard the troubled flowOf the dark olive depths of pines ...
Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting,The river sang below;The dim Sierras, far beyond, upliftingTheir minarets of snow.The roaring ...
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