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Dear Dolly! who does not recall The thrilling page that pictured a… Those charms that held our sense i… Just as the artist caught her,— As down that English lane she tri…
I. THE PERSONIFIED SE… AFFECTION’S charm no longer g… The idol of the shrine; But cold Oblivion seeks to fill Regret’s ambrosial wine.
Know I not whom thou mayst be Carved upon this olive-tree,— ‘Manuela of La Torre,’— For around on broken walls Summer sun and spring rain falls,
Came the relief. ‘What, sentry, h… How passed the night through thy l… ‘Cold, cheerless, dark,—as may bef… The hour before the dawn is breaki… ‘No sight? no sound?’ ‘No; nothin…
(REFECTORY, MISSION S… Good!—said the Padre,—believe me… ‘Don Giovanni,’ or what you will, The type’s eternal! We knew him h… As Don Diego del Sud. I fear
No life in earth, or air, or sky; The sunbeams, broken silently, On the bared rocks around me lie,— Cold rocks with half-warmed lichen… And scales of moss; and scarce a y…
(SEPTEMBER, 1779) ‘Have a care!’ the bailiffs cried From their cockleshell that lay Off the frigate’s yellow side, Tossing on Scarborough Bay,
(SIMPSON’S BAR, 1858) So you’ve kem 'yer agen, And one answer won’t do? Well, of all the derned men That I’ve struck, it is you.
Over the chimney the night-wind sa… And chanted a melody no one knew; And the Woman stopped, as her bab… And thought of the one she had lon… And said, as her teardrops back sh…
Affection’s charm no longer gilds The idol of the shrine; But cold Oblivion seeks to fill Regret’s ambrosial wine. Though Friendship’s offering buri…
It was the morning season of the y… It was the morning era of the land… The watercourses rang full loud an… Portala’s cross stood where Porta… Had planted it when Faith was tau…
Here’s yer toy balloons! All size… Twenty cents for that. It rises Jest as quick as that ‘ere, Miss, Twice as big. Ye see it is Some more fancy. Make it square
June 4th! Do you know what that d… June 4th! By this air and these p… Well,—only you know how I hate sc… These might be my very last lines! For perhaps, sir, you’ll kindly re…
(SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA) Shrewdly you question, Senor, and… You are no novice. Confess that t… Of my poor gossip of Mission and… You are a stranger!
Last night, above the whistling wi… I heard the welcome rain,— A fusillade upon the roof, A tattoo on the pane: The keyhole piped; the chimney-top