#Americans
Dow’s Flat. That’s its name; And I reckon that you Are a stranger? The same? Well, I thought it was true,— For thar isn’t a man on the river…
Coward of heroic size, In whose lazy muscles lies Strength we fear and yet despise; Savage,-whose relentless tusks Are content with acorn husks;
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…
DRAMATIS PERSONAE Poet. Philosopher. Jones of Mari… POET Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your… Just where you stand; then doff yo…
My Papa knows you, and he says yo… books; But I never read nothing you wrot… looks. So I guess you’re like me when I…
(SIERRAS, 1876) DRAMATIS PERSONAE First Tourist Second Tourist Yuba Bill, Driver
Why, as to that, said the engineer… Ghosts ain’t things we are apt to… Spirits don’t fool with levers muc… And throttle-valves don’t take to… And as for Jim,
Oh, say, have you seen at the Wil… So charming and rurally true— A singular bird, with a manner abs… Which they call the Australian Em… Have you
Have you heard the story that goss… Of Burns of Gettysburg?—No? Ah,… Brief is the glory that hero earns… Briefer the story of poor John Bu… He was the fellow who won renown,—
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…
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL J… Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids… And drop them books and first pot-… I kin not sling a fairy tale of J… For I hold it is unchristian to d…
‘So she’s here, your unknown Dulc… And you really believe she would k… again?’ ‘Of course,’ he replied, ‘she woul… womankind yet
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,
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…
The shades of night were falling f… As through an Eastern village pas… A youth who bore, through dust and… A stencil-plate, that read complet… CLEAN PAINT, OIL CLOT…