Bret Harte: A Treatise and a Tribute

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Greening & Company, Limited, 1900 - 284 ページ
 

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40 ページ - HARK ! I hear the tramp of thousands. And of armed men the hum ; Lo! a nation's hosts have gathered Round the quick-alarming drum, — Saying: "Come. Freemen, come! Ere your heritage be wasted,
36 ページ - ... he journeyed along the sides of a range of hills which look out upon some of the goodliest scenes of the mighty Hudson. The sun gradually wheeled his broad disk down into the west.
10 ページ - Flat,' and another), in which he had found such subtle strokes of character as he had not anywhere else in late years discovered ; the manner resembling himself, but the matter fresh to a degree that had surprised him_ ; the painting in all respects masterly, and the wild rude thing painted a quite wonderful reality. I have rarely known him more honestly moved" — FORSTBR'S LIFE OF DICKENS Crown 8vo, cloth extra, gilt, Js.
41 ページ - mid the cannons' thunder, Whistling shot and bursting bomb, When my brothers fall around me, Should my heart grow cold and numb ? ' But the drum Answered, 'Come! Better there in death united, than in life a recreant, —Come ! ' Thus they answered, — hoping,, fearing, Some in faith, and doubting some, Till a trumpet-voice proclaiming, Said, 'My chosen people, come! ' Then the drum, Lo ! was dumb, For the great heart of the nation, throbbing, answered, ' Lord, we come ! ' cxx WHAT THE BULLET SANG...
22 ページ - Borne on the swell of your long waves receding, I touch the farther Past — I see the dying glow of Spanish glory, The sunset dream, and last...
181 ページ - And even so, bedraggled, ragged, unshaven, and unshorn, with one arm hanging helplessly at his side, Santa Claus came to Simpson's Bar and fell fainting on the first threshold. The Christmas dawn came slowly after, touching the remoter peaks with the rosy warmth of ineffable love. And it looked so tenderly on Simpson's Bar that the whole mountain, as if caught in a generous action, blushed to the skiea.
174 ページ - Paradise! How given for nought her priceless gift, How spoiled the bread and spill'd the wine, Which, spent with due, respective thrift, Had made brutes men, and men divine!
52 ページ - SAN FRANCISCO (FROM THE SEA) SERENE, indifferent of Fate, Thou sittest at the Western Gate ; Upon thy height, so lately won, Still slant the banners of the sun ; Thou seest the white seas strike their tents, O Warder of two continents ! And, scornful of the peace that flies Thy angry winds and sullen skies, Thou drawest all things, small or great, To thee, beside the Western Gate.
265 ページ - Over the chimney the night-wind sang And chanted a melody no one knew ; But the Poet listened and smiled, for he Was Man, and Woman, and Child, all three, And said, " It is God's own harmony, This wind we hear in the chimney.

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