Francis Bret Harte Poems

Bunny, lying in the grass,
Saw the shining column pass;
Saw the starry banner fly,
Saw the chargers fret and fume,
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Where the short-legged Esquimaux
Waddle in the ice and snow,
And the playful Polar bear
Nips the hunter unaware;
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First Tourist
Second Tourist
Yuba Bill, Driver
A Stranger
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Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your mare a trifle
Just where you stand; then doff your hat and swear
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Behind the footlights hangs the rusty baize,
A trifle shabby in the upturned blaze
Of flaring gas and curious eyes that gaze.
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Here's yer toy balloons! All sizes!
Twenty cents for that. It rises
Jest as quick as that 'ere, Miss,
Twice as big. Ye see it is
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(AN AERIAL RETROSPECT)

What was it filled my youthful dreams,
In place of Greek or Latin themes,
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Know I not whom thou mayst be
Carved upon this olive-tree,--
'Manuela of La Torre,'--
For around on broken walls
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(NEW JERSEY, 1780)

Here's the spot. Look around you. Above on the height
Lay the Hessians encamped. By that church on the right
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Oh, come, my beloved, from thy winter abode,
From thy home on the Yuba, thy ranch overflowed;
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