#AmericanWriters
‘So she’s here, your unknown Dulc… And you really believe she would k… again?’ ‘Of course,’ he replied, ‘she woul… womankind yet
As I stand by the cross on the lo… Looking over the ultimate sea, In the gloom of the mountain a shi… And one sails away from the lea: One spreads its white wings on a f…
(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…
‘Crying!’ Of course I am crying,… too, If people were telling such storie… Oh yes, you can laugh if you want… how,
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
They ran through the streets of th… They peered from the decks of the… The cold sea-fog that came whiteni… Was never as cold or white as they… ‘Ho, Starbuck and Pinckney and T…
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,—
O joy of creation To be! O rapture to fly And be free! Be the battle lost or won,
(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…
(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;
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…
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…
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA) Brown foundling of the Western wo… Babe of primeval wildernesses! Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and rude caress…
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…
(AN IDYL OF THE BALUSTER… BOBBY, aetat. 3 1/2. JOHNNY,… BOBBY Do you know why they’ve put us in… Up in the attic, close against the…