The Poetical Works of Bret HarteHoughton, Mifflin, 1882 - 324 pages |
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The Poetical Works of Bret Harte. Complete Edition Francis Bret HARTE Affichage du livre entier - 1873 |
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Page 274 - 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?
Page 131 - 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.
Page 22 - 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...
Page 161 - The Fork"; Of Harrison's barn, with its muster Of flags festooned over the wall; Of the candles that shed their soft...
Page 203 - twas boyish fancy, — for the reader Was youngest of them all, — But, as he read, from clustering pine and cedar A silence seemed to fall ; The t1r-trees, gathering closer in the shadows, Listened in every spray, While the whole camp, with " Nell " on English meadows Wandered and lost their way.
Page 117 - And twelve hundred dollars of hoss-flesh afloat, and a driftin' to thunder ! Would ye b'lieve it? that night that hoss, that ar1 filly, Chiquita, Walked herself into her stall, and stood there, all quiet and dripping: Clean as a beaver or rat, with nary a buckle of harness, Just as she swam the Fork, — that hoss, that ar
Page 39 - Nay, no more, — I prithee sit at my frugal board, And eat of my humble store. * How fares my boy, — my soldier boy, Of the old Ninth Army Corps ? I warrant he bore him gallantly In the smoke and the battle's roar ! "
Page 17 - DOWN the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the plain, Soldier-like and merry : Phrases such as camps may teach, Sabre-cuts of Saxon speech, Such as " Bully ! " " Them's the peach !" " Wade in, Sanitary ! " Right and left the caissons drew As the car went lumbering through, Quick succeeding in review Squadrons military; Sunburnt men with beards like frieze, Smooth-faced boys, and cries like these, — "US San. Com.
Page 13 - HAVE you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg ?— No ? Ah, well : Brief is the glory that hero earns, Briefer the story of poor John Burns : He was the fellow who won renown, — The only man who didn't back down When the rebels rode through his native town ; But held his own in the fight next day, When all his townsfolk ran away.
Page 283 - Listen ! Where Atlantic beats Shores of snow and summer heats ; Where the Indian autumn skies Paint the woods with wampum dyes,— I have chased the flying sun, Seeing all he looked upon, Blessing all that he has blest, Nursing in my iron breast All his vivifying heat, All his clouds about my crest ; And before my flying feet Every shadow must retreat.