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  • Bret Harte An hour ago, a Star was falling. A star? There's nothing strange in that. No, nothing; but above the thicket, Somehow it seemed to me that God Somewhere had just relieved a picket.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte And ever since then, when the clock strikes two, She walks unbidden from room to room, And the air is filled that she passes through With a subtle, sad perfume. The delicate odor of mignonette, The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet, Is all that tells of her story — yet Could she think of a sweeter way?
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte And he says that the mountains are fairer For once being held in your thought;
    East and West Poems, Part I His Answer to Her Letter
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte And I hear from the outgoing ship in the bay The song of the sailors in glee: So I think of the luminous footprints that bore The comfort o'er dark Galilee, And wait for the signal to go to the shore, To the ship that is waiting for me.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte And then, for an old man like me, it's not exactly right,
    This kind o' playing soldier with no enemy in sight.
    East and West Poems, Part I The Old Major Explains
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte Beneath this tree lies the body of John Oakhurst, who struck a streak of bad luck on the 23rd of November, 1850, and handed in his checks on the 7th December, 1850.
    The Outcasts of Poker Flat (1869)
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte But still when the mists of doubt prevail, And we lie becalmed by the shores of age, We hear from the misty troubled shore The voce of children gone before. Drawing the soul to its anchorage.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte Don't be too quick
    To break bad habits: better stick,
    Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic.
    East and West Poems, Part I The Wonderful Spring of San Joaquin
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte Fades the light, And afar Goeth day, cometh night, And a star Leadeth all Speedeth all To their rest.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte 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, Said the quick alarming drum.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte If of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been, More sad are those we daily see, It is, but it hadn't ought to be.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte Last night, above the whistling wind, I heard the welcome rain, — A fusillade upon the roof, A tattoo on the pane: The keyhole piped; the chimney-top A warlike trumpet blew.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte Later, when we were forced to accept the fact that finding gold was really the primary object of a gold-mining company, we still remained there
    Captain Jims Friend.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte O'er the trackless past somewhere lie the lost days of our tropic youth.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Barbara Park Of all the novels I've written, my favorite is 'Mick Harte Was Here'.
    Barbara Park
    American author of children's books (1947 - 2013)
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  • Bret Harte Snow. Everywhere. As far as the eye could reach — fifty miles, looking southward from the highest peak.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinese is peculiar.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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  • Bret Harte The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.
    Bret Harte
    American short story writer and poet (1836 - 1902)
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