Poems by Francis Bret Harte
John Burns Of Gettysburg
... Through the ranks in whispers, and some men saw, ...
Friar Pedro's Ride
... Made green the hills beside the white-faced Mission, ...
Master Johnny's Next-Door Neighbor
... DEAD! You don't hear one half I am saying,--I really do think it's too bad! ...
Grizzly
... Thou shalt spread the woodland cheer, ...
The Lost Galleon
... " Said the stranger, "Then you've wrongly reckoned ...
A Geological Madrigal
... And I loved you the more for that wish-- ...
Truthful James To The Editor
... He was skelped 'gainst the custom of nations, and cut off like a rose ...
The Thought-Reader Of Angels
... " And we'd waited six months for that suthin'--had me and Bill Nye--in ...
Battle Bunny (Malvern Hill, 1864)
... ------ Who believes that equal grace ...
Dolly Varden
... Trim-bodiced, bright-eyed, roguish-lipped,-- ...
Jim
... Eh? What's that you say ...
The Aged Stranger
... Thou'dst smooth these tidings o'er,-- ...
Poem Delivered On The Fourteenth Anniversary Of California's Admission Into The Union, September 9,
... Spread our broad pastures with their countless kine: ...
The Mission Bells of Monteray
... Till from that reddened coast-line sprang ...
Off Scarborough
... " Our reply, "We have not yet begun to fight!" went shouting to the sky! ...
