Who is Bret Harte

Francis Brett Hart (August 25, 1836 – May 5, 1902), known as Bret Harte, was an American short-story writer and poet, best remembered for his short fiction featuring miners, gamblers, and other romantic figures of the California Gold Rush. In a career spanning more than four decades, he wrote poetry, plays, lectures, book reviews, editorials, and magazine sketches in addition to fiction. As he moved from California to the eastern U.S. to Europe, he incorporated new subjects and characters into his stories, but his Gold Rush tales have been most often reprinted, adapted, and admired.

BiographyEarly life Harte was born in New York's capital city of Albany. He was named Francis Brett Hart after his great-grandfather, Francis Brett. When he was young...
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Bret Harte Poems

  • What The Wolf Really Said To Little Red Riding-hood
    Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair,
    Why dost thou murmur and ponder and stare?
    “Why are my eyelids so open and wild?”
    Only the better to see with, my child!...
  • What The Engines Said
    Opening Of The Pacific Railroad


    What was it the Engines said,...
  • What The Chimney Sang
    Over the chimney the night-wind sang
    And chanted a melody no one knew;
    And the Woman stopped, as her babe she tossed,
    And thought of the one she had long since lost,...
  • What Miss Edith Saw From Her Window
    Our window's not much, though it fronts on the street;
    There's a fly in the pane that gets nothin' to eat;
    But it's curious how people think it's a treat
    For ME to look out of the window!...
  • Twenty Years
    Beg your pardon, old fellow! I think
    I was dreaming just now when you spoke.
    The fact is, the musical clink
    Of the ice on your wine-goblet's brink...
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Never 44 Thought 38 Long 37 Night 35 White 35 Face 35 High 34 Away 33 Sun 30 Time 29


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Now, O Now In This Brown Land
 by James Joyce

Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay
Which now is ended in this way.

A rogue in red and yellow dress
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