#Americans
(OPENING OF THE CALI… Brief words, when actions wait, ar… The prompter’s hand is on his bell… The coming heroes, lovers, kings, Are idly lounging at the wings;
DEAD AT PITTSFIELD, MASS… O poor Romancer—thou whose printe… Filled with rude speech and ruder… Was given to heroes in whose vulga… No trace appears of gentler ways a…
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…
(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE) Certain facts which serve to expla… The physical charms of Miss Addie… Who, as the common reports obtain, Surpassed in complexion the lily a…
Our window’s not much, though it f… There’s a fly in the pane that get… But it’s curious how people think… For ME to look out of the window! Why, when company comes, and they’…
(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!
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,—
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…
(MUD FLAT, 1860) So you’re back from your travels,… And you left but a twelvemonth ago… You’ve hobnobbed with Louis Napol… Eugenie, and kissed the Pope’s to…
It is the story of Thompson—of Th… Frequently drunk was Thompson, bu… Light and free was the touch of T… Great the mortality incident on th… Yet not happy or gay was Thompson…
(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
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—
(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…
Beg your pardon, old fellow! I th… I was dreaming just now when you s… The fact is, the musical clink Of the ice on your wine-goblet’s b… A chord of my memory woke.
(A GEOLOGICAL ADDRESS) ‘Speak, O man, less recent! Fragm… Primal pioneer of pliocene formati… Hid in lowest drifts below the ear… Of volcanic tufa!