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, ...
I read last night of the Grand Review In Washington's chiefest avenue,—Two hundred thousand men in blue, I ...
Two low whistles, quaint and clear: That was the signal the engineer--That was the signal that Guild, 'tis said--Gave to ...
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