The Poetical Works of Bret HarteJ.R. Osgood, 1872 - 333 стор. |
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... COOKE 295 LEGENDS OF THE RHINE 303 • MRS . JUDGE JENKINS : SEQUEL TO MAUD MULLER 307 AVITOR A WHITE - PINE BALLAD LITTLE RED RIDING - HOOD . THE RITUALIST A MORAL VINDICATOR SONGS WITHOUT SENSE . 312 316 321 323 • 326 · 329 SAN ...
... COOKE 295 LEGENDS OF THE RHINE 303 • MRS . JUDGE JENKINS : SEQUEL TO MAUD MULLER 307 AVITOR A WHITE - PINE BALLAD LITTLE RED RIDING - HOOD . THE RITUALIST A MORAL VINDICATOR SONGS WITHOUT SENSE . 312 316 321 323 • 326 · 329 SAN ...
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... Cliff - House balconies Overlook : There , in spite of rain that balked , With his sandals duly chalked , Once upon a tight - rope walked Mr. Cooke . But the jester's lightsome mien , And his spangles and 295 BALLAD OF MR COOKE.
... Cliff - House balconies Overlook : There , in spite of rain that balked , With his sandals duly chalked , Once upon a tight - rope walked Mr. Cooke . But the jester's lightsome mien , And his spangles and 295 BALLAD OF MR COOKE.
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... Cooke . On that strange eventful day , Partly hidden from the spray , In a nook , Stood Florinda Vere de Vere ; Who with wind - dishevelled hair , And a rapt , distracted air , Gazed on Cooke . Then she turned , and quickly cried To her ...
... Cooke . On that strange eventful day , Partly hidden from the spray , In a nook , Stood Florinda Vere de Vere ; Who with wind - dishevelled hair , And a rapt , distracted air , Gazed on Cooke . Then she turned , and quickly cried To her ...
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... Cooke . Vainly roared the angry seas ; Vainly blew the ocean breeze ; But , alas ! the walker's knees Had a crook ; And before he reached the rock Did they both together knock , And he stumbled with a shock - Unlike Cooke ! Downward ...
... Cooke . Vainly roared the angry seas ; Vainly blew the ocean breeze ; But , alas ! the walker's knees Had a crook ; And before he reached the rock Did they both together knock , And he stumbled with a shock - Unlike Cooke ! Downward ...
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... Cooke ! In a tongue remarkably Like Chinnook ; And the maddened sea - gull seemed Still to utter , as he screamed , " Perish thus the wretch who deemed Himself Cooke ! " But , on misty moonlit nights , Comes a skeleton 26 THE BALLAD OF ...
... Cooke ! In a tongue remarkably Like Chinnook ; And the maddened sea - gull seemed Still to utter , as he screamed , " Perish thus the wretch who deemed Himself Cooke ! " But , on misty moonlit nights , Comes a skeleton 26 THE BALLAD OF ...
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Acapulco Bay Addie De Laine ain't Avitor Brown cañon chasuble cheer Chiquita Cicely Cooke Copperhead dance derned Devonian drifting Emeu eyes face fair fear flung Francisca galleon golden harvest gone grace gray hand heathen Chinee heedest the surf hill hoss hundred Injin John Burns Legends Little thou heedest look lost lover Lycurgus MADRIGAL maiden Maud mignonette MILETUS Milton Perkins Miss Addie Mission mountain never night o'er odor old red sandstone Padre pass pine plain Plesiosaurus PLIOCENE Poverty Flat Rhine rock round sad old house sailed San Joaquin sea-fog shore Silurian skies smile snow spring stood story strange stranger surf that sings Suthin sweet Table Mountain tale tell thar Thar's thee things thought thunder Tom Flynn trees TRUTHFUL JAMES twas twelvemonth ago wait walked waters wild wonder
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Сторінка 81 - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
Сторінка 143 - And now, as the night was senescent And star-dials pointed to morn As the star-dials hinted of morn At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.
Сторінка 145 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
Сторінка 84 - Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order — when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
Сторінка 81 - Which we had a small game, And Ah Sin took a hand : It was Euchre. The same He did not understand ; But he smiled as he sat by the table, With the smile that was child-like and bland.
Сторінка 132 - Ere your heritage be wasted," said the quick alarming drum. "Let me of my heart take counsel: War is not of life the sum; Who shall stay and reap the harvest When the autumn days shall come?" But the drum Echoed, "Come! Death shall reap the braver harvest," said the solemnsounding drum.
Сторінка 131 - HARK ! I hear the tramp of thousands, And of armed men the hum ; Lo ! a nation's hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum, — Saying, " Come, Freemen, come ! Ere your heritage be wasted," said the quick alarming drum.
Сторінка 25 - ... heedest the surf that sings, The bar that thunders, the shale that rings,— Give me to keep thy company. Little thou hast, old friend, that's new, Storms and wrecks are old things to thee ; Sick am I of these changes, too ; Little to care for, little to rue, — I on the shore, and thou on the sea. All of thy wanderings, far and near, Bring thee at last to shore and me ; All of my journeyings end them here, This our tether must be our cheer, — I on the shore, and thou on the sea.
Сторінка 30 - Lost is that camp and wasted all its fire: And he who wrought that spell? — Ah! towering pine and stately Kentish spire, Ye have one tale to tell! Lost is that camp, but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hopvines' incense all the pensive glory That fills the Kentish hills.
Сторінка 84 - Then Brown he read a paper, and he reconstructed there, From those same bones, an animal that was extremely rare; And Jones then asked the Chair for a suspension of the rules, Till he could prove that those same bones was one of his lost mules. Then Brown he smiled a bitter smile, and said he was at fault, It seemed he had been trespassing on Jones's family vault; He was a most sarcastic man, this quiet Mr. Brown, And on several occasions he had cleaned out the town.