Poems by Francis Bret Harte
Miss Edith Makes It Pleasant For Brother Jack
... too, If people were telling such stories as they tell about me, about YOU ...
An Arctic Vision
... let's see,-- 'Twould be strange if there should be,-- ...
The Ballad Of The Emeu
... Down she dropped at his feet, all as white as a sheet, ...
Telemachus Versus Mentor
... Di! Never mind! they were all first and faithless, and yet--I've forgotten ...
To The Pliocene Skull
... Veiled with spreading fronds and screened with tall club mosses, ...
Caldwell Of Springfield
... Broke the door, stripped the pews, and dashed out in the road ...
California Madrigal
... Ere the grass now so green shall be withered and sear, ...
Miss Edith's Modest Request
... day, They all made believe that she ate it, though I know that the bird ...
Address
... (OPENING OF THE CALIFORNIA THEATRE, SAN FRANCISCO, JANUARY 19, 1870) ...
Swiss Air
... And ring, ting, ling, ling, ...
The Angelus
... O tinkling bells! that lulled with twighlight music ...
Guild's Signal
... Pierced through the budding boughs o'erhead, ...
Grandmother Tenterden
... "I come through night and storm," he said ...
Penelope
... And nary--Sho! thar! I was foolin',--I was, Joe, for sartain,--don't ...
Cadet Grey - Canto III
... but Ere yet they reach the shade, Grey, fainting, reels, ...
