Poems by Francis Bret Harte
His Answer To "Her Letter"
... And there's something gone wrong with his lung,-- ...
The Mountain Heart's-Ease
... Some sweet home face his foolish thought surprises ...
Our Privilege
... The same red blood that dyes your fields ...
The Latest Chinese Outrage
... And bombs, shells, and crackers, that crashed through the trees, ...
The Babes In The Woods
... Where they built their nest, and each day grew leaner ...
The Hawk's Nest
... (SIERRAS) We checked our pace, the red road sharply rounding ...
On A Pen Of Thomas Starr King
... Slipped from its point, when his full heart went out ...
St. Thomas
... Thomas." Said the Mountain ranges, "Thank'ee, ...
The Goddess Contributed To The Fair For The Ladies Patriotic Fund Of The Pacific
... "The young, the brave, the good and wise, ...
What Miss Edith Saw From Her Window
... Well, Papa says you're "Poverty's self," and what's more, ...
What The Engines Said
... Let these folks with champagne stuffing, ...
The Lost Tails Of Miletus
... Since thou canst not trust fate, nor behave as becomes a Greek maiden, ...
Don Diego Of The South
... but one Was due from the CAUSE, and that, in brief, ...
Luke
... say, A rifle smoke blown through the woods, a moment, but never to stay ...
Alnaschar
... Eh? You won't turn your face this way ...
