. The select works of Bret Hartte in prose and poetry. Name of my heroine, simply Rose. • So jou are back from your travels,old fellow!. Is our civilization a failure, or is the Caucasian played out. THE TALE OF A PONY. Indignant Nature hides her lash In the purple-black of a dyed mustache ; The shallowest fop will trip in French, The would-be critic will misquote Trench ; In short, youre always sure to detect A sham in the things folks most affect; Bean-pods are noisiest when dry, And you always wink with your weakest eye ; And thats the reason the old grey mare For ever had her tail in the a
. The select works of Bret Hartte in prose and poetry. Name of my heroine, simply Rose. • So jou are back from your travels,old fellow!. Is our civilization a failure, or is the Caucasian played out. THE TALE OF A PONY. Indignant Nature hides her lash In the purple-black of a dyed mustache ; The shallowest fop will trip in French, The would-be critic will misquote Trench ; In short, youre always sure to detect A sham in the things folks most affect; Bean-pods are noisiest when dry, And you always wink with your weakest eye ; And thats the reason the old grey mare For ever had her tail in the air, With nourishes beyond compare, Though every whisk Incurred the riskOf leaving that sensitive region bare,—She did some things that you couldnt but feelShe wouldnt have done had her tail been real. Champs Elysees : Time, past five;There go the carriages,—look alive !Everything that man can drive,Or his inventive skill contrive,—Yankee buggy or English chay ;MDog-cart, droschky, and smart coupe,A desohligeante quite bulky(French idea of a Yankee sulky);Band in the distance, playing a march,Footmen standing stiff as starch
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