The Great Valley

So drinking with her once, For she could drink me blind, I turned and said: “You say I am the first, I think you lie.” She wailed a flood of tears. A hundred eyes Turned on us i...

The sun has sunk below the level plain, And yet above the forest’s leafy gloom The glory of the evening lightens still. Smooth as a mirror is the river’s face With Heaven’s ligh...

Or else a well cultivated and fruitful valley, But behind it unexplored fastnesses, Gorges, precipices, and heights Over which thunder clouds hang, From which lightning falls, S...

And there in the cab as we drove to the Park I was still in a daze Talking of May baskets And blindman’s buff, And laughing, for one always laughs When the moment is worst. And...

Well, anyway I know that Cato Braden Intended to pursue a legal course, And practice the profession in a city. I know his father bought for him this place With Jerry Ott as edit...

You wonder why I bought so many houses, Bought and repaired, built over home on house. The first one was to make a home for Mary, And Frank and Bessie, for I had myself A settle...

But are you content To have your negroes free, and millionaires In mastership of your republic? Where Are men to overlord your millionaires? You know Out of the eater comes fort...

She sat at a bay-window where she saw First open carriages and buggies pass! And then Victorias with horses docked And bits and buckles, chains of shining brass. And then the ho...

Well, then The first hour that I call an hour of heaven: Who was that man that built the first hotel?-- It stood across the river from the Fort-- No matter. But before that I ha...

Pallas Athena in an hour of ease From guarding states and succoring the wise, Pressed wistfully her lips against a flute Made by a Phrygian youth from resonant wood Cut near San...

In 1833 a man named Hallam, A friend of Alfred’s, died at twenty-two. Thereafter Alfred worked his hopes and fears Upon the dark impasto of this loss In delicate colors. And in...

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They went to the room with a candle light And looked in the face of the three-- “They’re a sorry lot,” said Old King Cole; “They’re a sorry lot,” said he.