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Born in August 25, 1836 / Died in May 6, 1902 / United States / English

Poems by Francis Bret Harte

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Further Language From Truthful James

... With a peaceful-like smile on his features, ...

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San Francisco [ From The Sea]

... Thou seest the white seas strike their tents, ...

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A Newport Romance

...   And the bugle died from the fort on the hill, ...

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Relieving Guard - Thomas Starr King Obit March 4, 1864

... How passed the night through thy long waking ...

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A Second Review Of The Grand Army

...   Till it reached the Capitol square, and wheeled, ...

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In The Tunnel

...   Run for your wife's sake! ...

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The Old Major Explains

... but then-- Well, short of heaven, there wa'n't a place he dursn't lead his men ...

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For The King

... From the porch of the church where she lies at rest ...

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Lines To A Portrait, By A Superior Person

... When we're both the worse for wear, ...

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After The Accident

...   Laws to protect such as we ...

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The Legends Of The Rhine

... That villains, as a thing of course, ...

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Fate

... And the hunters came from the chase in glee ...

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What The Wolf Really Said To Little Red Riding-Hood

... Hands whose coarse sinews may fill you with fear ...

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Plain Language From Truthful James

...   With the smile that was childlike and bland ...

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Madrono

... Spreads its sackcloth on the hills, ...