#Americans
(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…
Down the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the p… Soldier-like and merry: Phrases such as camps may teach,
Sauntering hither on listless wing… Careless vagabond of the sea, Little thou heedest the surf that… The bar that thunders, the shale t… Give me to keep thy company.
(OPENING OF THE PACIF… What was it the Engines said, Pilots touching,—head to head Facing on the single track, Half a world behind each back?
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…
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…
REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JA… We hev tumbled ez dust Or ez worms of the yearth; Wot we looked for hez bust! We are objects of mirth!
If Mr. Jones, Lycurgus B., Had one peculiar quality, ’Twas his severe advocacy Of conjugal fidelity. His views of heaven were very free…
(NEW JERSEY, 1780) Here’s the spot. Look around you.… Lay the Hessians encamped. By tha… Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers. A… You may dig anywhere and you’ll tu…
Behind the footlights hangs the ru… A trifle shabby in the upturned bl… Of flaring gas and curious eyes th… The stage, methinks, perhaps is no… And hardly fit for royal Richard’…
(BIG PINE FLAT, 1871) ‘Something characteristic,’ eh? Humph! I reckon you mean by that Something that happened in our way… Here at the crossin’ of Big Pine…
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…
(ALKALI STATION) Cicely says you’re a poet; maybe,—… I reckon you’d give me a hundred,… Poetry!—that’s the way some chaps… But I takes mine ‘straight withou…
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…
I read last night of the Grand Re… In Washington’s chiefest avenue,- Two hundred thousand men in blue, I think they said was the number,- Till I seemed to hear their tramp…