Poems by Francis Bret Harte
The Spelling Bee At Angels
... And when at last Brown slipped on "gneiss," and Bilson took his chair, ...
Aspiring Miss DeLaine
... Something like--well, in fact--something like a balloon!" ...
The Miracle Of Padre Junipero
... " "Drink but this cup," said the Padre, straight, ...
Coyote
... Here, Carlo, old fellow,-he 's one of your kind,- ...
Chiquita
... Walked herself into her stall, and stood there, all quiet and dripping: ...
On The Landing
... BOBBY We weren't downstairs, and he and God had missed us, ...
Miss Edith Makes Another Friend
... talk, For I don't call the seamstress an angel till Ma says the poor thing ...
The Station-Master Of Lone Prairie
... North, south, east, west,--the same dull gray persistence, ...
On William Francis Bartlett
... Touched the too credulous ear with pathos, canst not speak ...
Cicely
... how. But the doctor kem the next minit, and the joke o' the whole thing is ...
Her Last Letter: Being a Reply to 'His Answer'
... And it's YOU'VE built this house, and the bank, too, ...
Crotalus
... Lights those slit orbs, where, some think, dwell ...
A Greyport Legend
... And they felt the breath of the downs, fresh blown ...
The Two Ships
... One spreads its white wings on a far-reaching track, ...
Excelsior
... '" "SAPOLIO." SCOUR POTS, KETTLES, PANS & ALL BRASS & COPPER UTENSILS WITH SAPOLIO ...
