#Americans
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’…
(IN THE COLORADO PARK, 187… Wot’s that you’re readin’?—a novel… You a man grown and bearded and hi… Stuff about gals and their sweethe… knife.
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…
Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. T… Is thar, old gal,—Chiquita, my da… Feel of that neck, sir,—thar’s vel… you vixen! Whoa! I say. Jack, trot her out;…
‘The sky is clouded, the rocks are… The spray of the tempest is white… The winds are out with the waves a… And I shall not tempt the sea to-… ’The trail is narrow, the wood is…
O BELLS that rang, O bells that… Above the martyrs’ wilderness, Till from that reddened coast-line… The Gospel seed to cheer and bles… What are your garnered sheaves to-…
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…
(SEPTEMBER, 1779) ‘Have a care!’ the bailiffs cried From their cockleshell that lay Off the frigate’s yellow side, Tossing on Scarborough Bay,
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…
(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
(MOUTH OF THE SHAFT) What I want is my husband, sir,— And if you’re a man, sir, You’ll give me an answer,— Where is my Joe?
(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…
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…
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.
Bells of the Past, whose long-for… Still fills the wide expanse, Tingeing the sober twilight of the… With color and romance: I hear your call, and see the sun…
