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, ...
(PRESIDIO DE SAN FRANCISCO, 1800)ILooking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and quaint,By the San Francisco friars lifted ...
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES)Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids, and gather round my knee,And drop them books and first ...
And you are the poet, and so you want Something--what is it?--a theme, a fancy?Something or other the Muse won't ...
(REFECTORY, MISSION SAN GABRIEL, 1869)Good!--said the Padre,--believe me still,"Don Giovanni," or what you will,The type's eternal! We knew him hereAs ...
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"Surname, tolerable only in prose;Habitat, Paris,--that is whereShe resided for change of air;Aetat twenty; complexion ...
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES)Being asked by an intimate party,-- Which the same I would term as a friend,--Though his health ...
This is the tale that the ChronicleTells of the wonderful miracleWrought by the pious Padre Serro,The very reverend Junipero.The heathen ...
(SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA)Shrewdly you question, Senor, and I fancyYou are no novice. Confess that to littleOf my poor gossip of Mission ...
It is the story of Thompson--of Thompson, the hero of Angels.Frequently drunk was Thompson, but always polite to the stranger;Light ...
REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMESWe hev tumbled ez dust Or ez worms of the yearth;Wot we looked for hez bust! We ...
Why, as to that, said the engineer,Ghosts ain't things we are apt to fear;Spirits don't fool with levers much,And throttle-valves ...
So she's here, your unknown Dulcinea, the lady you met on the train,And you really believe she would know you ...
Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain,That for ways that are dark And for tricks ...
(TABLE MOUNTAIN, 1870)Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain,That for ways that are dark And for tricks ...
I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;I am not up to small deceit or any sinful ...
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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