by Bret Harte
CHAPTER I.
The sun was going down on the Carquinez Woods. The few shafts of
sunlight that had pierced their pillared gloom were lost in unfathomable
depths, or splint...
FELLOW TRAVELLERS WITH A
BIRD, I.
To attend to a living child is to be baffled in your humour,
disappointed of your pathos, and set freshly free from all the pre-
occupations. You ...
CHAPTER I
He had been told the ladies were at church, but this was corrected by
what he saw from the top of the steps - they descended from a great
height in two arms, with a circu...
A Rally of Fugitive Rhymes
Andrew Lang
A SCOT TO JEANNE D'ARC
Dark Lily without blame, Not upon us the shame, Whose sires were to the
Auld Alliance true, They, by the Maiden's side...