Poems by Bret Harte

I Looking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and quaint,
By the San Franc...

Serene, indifferent of Fate,
Thou sittest at the Western Gate; Upon thy heights so la...

Where the short-legged Eskimo
Waddle in the ice and snow,
And the playful polar bear
Nips the...

THE GREAT CHICAGO FIRE: OCT. 8 TO OCT. 10, 1871. Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, ...