#AmericanWriters
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…
Now shift the blanket pad before y… And draw your cinch up tighter til… We’ve a dozen miles to cover ere w… Our limbs are stiffer now than whe… And worse, the horses know it, and…
Why, as to that, said the engineer… Ghosts ain’t things we are apt to… Spirits don’t fool with levers muc… And throttle-valves don’t take to… And as for Jim,
We know him well: no need of prais… Or bonfire from the windy hill To light to softer paths and ways The world-worn man we honor still. No need to quote the truths he spo…
(RE-UNION, ARMY OF THE… Well, you see, the fact is, Colon… For the farm is not half planted,… And my leg is getting troublesome,… And the doctors, they have cut and…
I reside at Table Mountain, and m… I am not up to small deceit or any… And I’ll tell in simple language… That broke up our Society upon th… But first I would remark, that it…
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640) As you look from the plaza at Leo… You can see her house, but the vie… From the porch of the church where… Where much of her past still lives…
(A GEOGRAPHICAL SURVEY, 1… Very fair and full of promise Lay the island of St. Thomas: Ocean o’er its reefs and bars Hid its elemental scars;
We meet in peace, though from our… The sun that sparkles on our birth… Glanced as he rose on fields whose… With darker tints than those Auro… Though shorn his rays, his welcome…
(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.
(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE) Certain facts which serve to expla… The physical charms of Miss Addie… Who, as the common reports obtain, Surpassed in complexion the lily a…
(NYE’S FORD, STANISLAUS,… Do I sleep? do I dream? Do I wonder and doubt? Are things what they seem? Or is visions about?
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,—
(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;
Of all the fountains that poets si… Crystal, thermal, or mineral sprin… Ponce de Leon’s Fount of Youth, Wells with bottoms of doubtful tru… In short, of all the springs of T…