#Americans
It was the stage-driver’s story, a… wheelers, Quietly flecking his whip, and tur… While on the dusty road, and blent… We saw the long curl of his lash a…
(SIERRAS, 1876) DRAMATIS PERSONAE First Tourist Second Tourist Yuba Bill, Driver
Where the sun sinks through league… Where the sun dies o’er leagues of… Where the dead bones of wasted riv… Trailed from their channels in yon… Where day by day naught takes the…
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,—
When I bought you for a song, Years ago—Lord knows how long!— I was struck—I may be wrong— By your features, And—a something in your air
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…
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—
Captain of the Western wood, Thou that apest Robin Hood! Green above thy scarlet hose, How thy velvet mantle shows! Never tree like thee arrayed,
(WAR OF THE REBELLION, 188… No, I won’t,—thar, now, so! And i… And thar’s nary to tell that you f… And it’s ‘Belle, tell us, do!’ an… And 'Wot’s this yer yarn of the M…
(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.
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…
(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…
I. THE PERSONIFIED SE… AFFECTION’S charm no longer g… The idol of the shrine; But cold Oblivion seeks to fill Regret’s ambrosial wine.
(CEMETERY, SAN FRANCISCO… This is that hill of awe That Persian Sindbad saw,— The mount magnetic; And on its seaward face,
Beetling walls with ivy grown, Frowning heights of mossy stone; Turret, with its flaunting flag Flung from battlemented crag; Dungeon-keep and fortalice