#Americans
I have found out a gift for my fai… I know where the fossils abound, Where the footprints of Aves decl… The birds that once walked on the… Oh, come, and—in technical speech—
SERENE, indifferent of Fate, Thou sittest at the Western Gate; Upon thy height, so lately won, Still slant the banners of the sun… Thou seest the white seas strike t…
Above the pines the moon was slowl… The river sang below; The dim Sierras, far beyond, upli… Their minarets of snow. The roaring camp-fire, with rude h…
(RE-UNION, ARMY OF THE… Well, you see, the fact is, Colon… For the farm is not half planted,… And my leg is getting troublesome,… And the doctors, they have cut and…
It was noon by the sun; we had fin… And was passin’ remarks goin’ back… Jones was countin’ his chips, Smi… Of ideas that a 'straight’ should… When Johnson of Elko came gallopi…
Where the short-legged Esquimaux Waddle in the ice and snow, And the playful Polar bear Nips the hunter unaware; Where by day they track the ermine…
They say that she died of a broken… (I tell the tale as ’twas told to… But her spirit lives, and her soul… Of this sad old house by the sea. Her lover was fickle and fine and…
Bunny, lying in the grass, Saw the shining column pass; Saw the starry banner fly, Saw the chargers fret and fume, Saw the flapping hat and plume,—
Coward of heroic size, In whose lazy muscles lies Strength we fear and yet despise; Savage,-whose relentless tusks Are content with acorn husks;
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…
(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.
In sixteen hundred and forty-one, The regular yearly galleon, Laden with odorous gums and spice, India cottons and India rice, And the richest silks of far Cath…
Didn’t know Flynn,— Flynn of Virginia,— Long as he’s been ‘yar? Look ’ee here, stranger, Whar HEV you been?
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640) As you look from the plaza at Leo… You can see her house, but the vie… From the porch of the church where… Where much of her past still lives…
(SIERRAS) We checked our pace, the red road… We heard the troubled flow Of the dark olive depths of pines… A thousand feet below.