#AmericanWriters
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…
Didn’t know Flynn,— Flynn of Virginia,— Long as he’s been ‘yar? Look ’ee here, stranger, Whar HEV you been?
(REFUGIO MINE, NORTHER… Drunk and senseless in his place, Prone and sprawling on his face, More like brute than any man Alive or dead,
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.
(AN AERIAL RETROSPECT) What was it filled my youthful dre… In place of Greek or Latin themes… Or beauty’s wild, bewildering beam… Avitor!
Act first, scene first. A study.… Half cell, half salon, opulent yet… Rare books, low-shelved, yet far a… Of common man to compass or to cra… Some slight relief of pamphlets th…
‘So she’s here, your unknown Dulc… And you really believe she would k… again?’ ‘Of course,’ he replied, ‘she woul… womankind yet
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,
(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…
Wondering maiden, so puzzled and f… Why dost thou murmur and ponder an… ‘Why are my eyelids so open and wi… Only the better to see with, my ch… Only the better and clearer to vie…
DRAMATIS PERSONAE Poet. Philosopher. Jones of Mari… POET Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your… Just where you stand; then doff yo…
I’m sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the d… In a robe even YOU would admire,… It cost a cool thousand in France… I’m be-diamonded out of all reason…
My Papa knows you, and he says yo… books; But I never read nothing you wrot… looks. So I guess you’re like me when I…
Blown out of the prairie in twilig… Half bold and half timid, yet lazy… Loath ever to leave, and yet fearf… He limps in the clearing, an outca… A shade on the stubble, a ghost by…
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…