The Poetical Works of Bret HarteJ.R. Osgood, 1872 - 333 стор. |
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... TALE OF A PONY . THE MIRACLE of Padre JUNIPERO . AN ARCTIC VISION TO THE PLIOCENE SKULL THE BALLAD OF THE EMEU THE AGED STRANGER . " HOW ARE YOU , SANITARY ? " THE REVEILLE OUR PRIVILEGE RELIEVING GUARD PARODIES . A GEOLOGICAL MADRIGAL ...
... TALE OF A PONY . THE MIRACLE of Padre JUNIPERO . AN ARCTIC VISION TO THE PLIOCENE SKULL THE BALLAD OF THE EMEU THE AGED STRANGER . " HOW ARE YOU , SANITARY ? " THE REVEILLE OUR PRIVILEGE RELIEVING GUARD PARODIES . A GEOLOGICAL MADRIGAL ...
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Bret Harte. And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew ; And then , while round them shadows gathered faster , And as the firelight fell , He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of " Little ...
Bret Harte. And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew ; And then , while round them shadows gathered faster , And as the firelight fell , He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of " Little ...
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... tale to tell ! Lost is that camp ! but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hop - vines ' incense all the pensive glory That fills the Kentish hills . And on that grave where English oak and holly And 36 ...
... tale to tell ! Lost is that camp ! but let its fragrant story Blend with the breath that thrills With hop - vines ' incense all the pensive glory That fills the Kentish hills . And on that grave where English oak and holly And 36 ...
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... old John Burns ; This is the moral the reader learns : In fighting the battle , the question's whether You'll show a hat that's white , or a feather ! THE TALE OF A PONY . AME of my heroine 104 JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG .
... old John Burns ; This is the moral the reader learns : In fighting the battle , the question's whether You'll show a hat that's white , or a feather ! THE TALE OF A PONY . AME of my heroine 104 JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG .
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... Jersey - lightning - There ! That's her photograph , done with care . In Paris , whatever they do besides , EVERY LADY IN FULL DRESS RIDES ! Moire antiques you never meet Sweeping the filth of a 105 THE TALE OF A PONY.
... Jersey - lightning - There ! That's her photograph , done with care . In Paris , whatever they do besides , EVERY LADY IN FULL DRESS RIDES ! Moire antiques you never meet Sweeping the filth of a 105 THE TALE OF A PONY.
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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.