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Bret Harte (Francis)
August 25, 1836 � May 6, 1902
Poetry Listing
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Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | 1: A Geological Madrigal | I have found out a gift for my fair; | | 32 | 1791 | 2: A Greyport Legend | They ran through the streets of the seaport town, | | 42 | 1563 | 3: A Legend of Cologne | Above the bones St. Ursula owns, | | 276 | 1823 | 4: A Moral Vindicator | If Mr. Jones, Lycurgus B., Had one peculiar quality, | | 36 | 1730 | 5: A Newport Romance | They say that she died of a broken heart | | 76 | 1663 | 6: A Question of Privilege | It was Andrew Jackson Sutter who, despising Mr. Cutter for remarks he heard him utter in debate upon the floor, | | 18 | 1847 | 7: A Sanitary Message | Last night, above the whistling wind, | | 40 | 2059 | 8: A Second Review of the Grand Army | I read last night of the grand review | | 73 | 1643 | 9: Address - The Opening of the California Theatre, San Francisco, January 19, 1870 | Brief words, when actions wait, are well: | | 53 | 1899 | 10: After the Accident | What I want is my husband, sir, | | 44 | 1975 | 11: Alnaschar | Here�s yer toy balloons! All sizes! | | 47 | 1915 | 12: An Arctic Vision | Where the short-legged Esquimaux | | 81 | 1936 | 13: An Idyl of the Road | Look how the upland plunges into cover, | | 60 | 1881 | 14: Artemis in Sierra | Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your mare a trifle | | 81 | 1645 | 15: Aspiring Miss De Laine | Certain facts which serve to explain | | 182 | 1817 | 16: At the Hacienda | Know I not whom thou mayst be | | 17 | 1893 | 17: Avitor | What was it filled my youthful dreams, | | 40 | 1819 | 18: Battle Bunny | Bunny, lying in the grass, Saw the shining column pass; | | 59 | 1656 | 19: Before the Curtain | Behind the footlights hangs the rusty baize, | | 15 | 1780 | 20: Cadet Grey | Act first, scene first. A study. Of a kind | | 490 | 2200 | 21: Caldwell of Springfield | Here�s the spot. Look around you. Above on the height | | 35 | 1855 | 22: California Madrigal | Oh, come, my beloved, from thy winter abode, | | 24 | 1757 | 23: California�s Greeting to Seward | We know him well: no need of praise | 1869 | 32 | 1880 | 24: Chiquita | Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. Thar isn�t her match in the county; | | 32 | 1793 | 25: Cicely | Cicely says you�re a poet; maybe, I ain�t much on rhyme: | | 56 | 1809 | 26: Concepcion de Arguello | Looking seaward, o�er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and quaint, | | 94 | 1842 | 27: Coyote | Blown out of the prairie in twilight and dew, | | 16 | 1874 | 28: Crotalus | No life in earth, or air, or sky; | | 48 | 1707 | 29: Dickens in Camp | Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting, | | 40 | 1580 | 30: Dolly Varden | Dear Dolly! who does not recall | | 56 | 1744 | 31: Don Diego of the South | Good! said the Padre, believe me still, | | 98 | 1759 | 32: Dow�s Flat | Dow�s flat. That�s its name; And I reckon that you | 1856 | 75 | 1813 | 33: Fate | The sky is clouded, the rocks are bare, | | 12 | 1940 | 34: For the King | As you look from the plaza at Leon west | | 174 | 2020 | 35: Friar Pedro�s Ride | It was the morning season of the year; | | 160 | 1862 | 36: Further Language from Truthful James | Do I sleep? do I dream? Do I wonder and doubt? | | 66 | 1882 | 37: Grandmother Tenterden | I mind it was but yesterday: | | 75 | 1574 | 38: Grizzly | Coward, of heroic size, | | 30 | 1632 | 39: Guild�s Signal | Two low whistles, quaint and clear: | | 40 | 1523 | 40: Half an Hour Before Supper | So she�s here, your unknown Dulcinea, the lady you met on the train, | | 28 | 2070 | 41: Her Last Letter | June 4th! Do you know what that date means? | | 121 | 1924 | 42: Her Letter | I�m sitting alone by the fire, | | 80 | 1792 | 43: His Answer to �Her Letter� | Being asked by an intimate party, | | 72 | 1876 | 44: How are You, Sanitary? | Down the picket-guarded lane | | 32 | 1503 | 45: In the Mission Garden | I speak not the English well, but Pachita, | 1865 | 50 | 1688 | 46: In the Tunnel | Didn�t know Flynn, Flynn of Virginia, | | 46 | 1743 | 47: Jack of the Tules | Shrewdly you question, Senor, and I fancy | | 64 | 1688 | 48: Jim | Say there! P�r�aps Some on you chaps | | 58 | 1797 | 49: John Burns of Gettysburg | Have you heard the story that gossips tell | | 111 | 1538 | 50: Lines to a Portrait, by a Superior Person | When I bought you for a song, | | 56 | 1709 | 51: Lone Mountain | This is that hill of awe That Persian Sindbad saw, | | 24 | 1958 | 52: Luke | Wot�s that you�re readin�? a novel? A novel! well, darn my skin! | | 68 | 1826 | 53: Madrono | Captain of the Western wood, | | 28 | 1505 | 54: Master Johnny�s Next-Door Neighbor | It was spring the first time that I saw her, for her papa and mamma moved in | | 32 | 1603 | 55: Miss Blanche Says | And you are the poet, and so you want | | 100 | 1823 | 56: Miss Edith Makes Another Friend | Oh, you�re the girl lives on the corner? Come in if you want to come quick! | | 24 | 1598 | 57: Miss Edith Makes It Pleasant for Brother Jack | Crying!� Of course I am crying, and I guess you would be crying, too, | | 24 | 1577 | 58: Miss Edith�s Modest Request | My papa knows you, and he says you�re a man who makes reading for books; | | 44 | 1564 | 59: Mrs. Judge Jenkins | Maud Muller all that summer day | | 48 | 1825 | 60: North Beach | Lo! where the castle of bold Pfeiffer throws | | 26 | 1663 | 61: Off Scarborough | Have a care!� the bailiffs cried | | 100 | 1771 | 62: On a Cone of the Big Trees | Brown foundling of the Western wood, | | 56 | 1897 | 63: On a Pen of Thomas Starr King | This is the reed the dead musician dropped, | | 20 | 1556 | 64: On the Landing | DO you know why they�ve put us in that back room, | | 42 | 1595 | 65: On William Francis Bartlett | O poor Romancer thou whose printed page, | | 40 | 1587 | 66: Our Privilege | Not ours, where battle smoke upcurls, | | 24 | 1431 | 67: Penelope | So you�ve kem �yer agen, And one answer won�t do? | | 25 | 1721 | 68: Plain Language from Truthful James | Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, | | 60 | 1771 | 69: Poem | We meet in peace, though from our native East | | 82 | 1765 | 70: Ramon | Drunk and senseless in his place, | | 67 | 1765 | 71: Relieving Guard | Came the relief. �What, sentry, ho! | | 12 | 1828 | 72: San Francisco | Serene, indifferent of Fate, | | 40 | 1607 | 73: Sarah Walker | It was very hot. Not a breath of air was stirring throughout the western wing | | 84 | 1773 | 74: Seventy-Nine | Know me next time when you see me, won�t you, old smarty? | | 44 | 1793 | 75: Songs Without Sense | Affection�s charm no longer gilds | | 49 | 1600 | 76: St. Thomas | Very fair and full of promise | | 58 | 1732 | 77: Telemachus versus Mentor | Don�t mind me, I beg you, old fellow, I�ll do very well here alone; | | 48 | 1731 | 78: The Aged Stranger | I was with Grant� the stranger said; | | 32 | 1875 | 79: The Angelus | Bells of the Past, whose long-forgotten music | | 32 | 1821 | 80: The Babes in the Woods | Something characteristic,� eh? | | 72 | 1751 | 81: The Ballad of Mr. Cooke | Where the sturdy ocean breeze | | 120 | 1786 | 82: The Ballad of the Emeu | Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green | | 48 | 1744 | 83: The Birds of Cirencester | Did I ever tell you, my dears, the way | | 91 | 1762 | 84: The Copperhead | There is peace in the swamp where the Copperhead sleeps, | 1864 | 24 | 1741 | 85: The Ghost that Jim Saw | Why, as to that, said the engineer, | | 56 | 1673 | 86: The Goddess | Who comes?� The sentry�s warning cry | | 44 | 1600 | 87: The Hawk�s Nest | We checked our pace, the red road sharply rounding; | | 48 | 1763 | 88: The Heathen Chinee | Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, | 1870 | 60 | 1771 | 89: The Idyl of Battle Hollow | No, I won�t, thar, now, so! And it ain�t nothin�, no! | | 48 | 1722 | 90: The Latest Chinese Outrage | It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game, | | 112 | 1860 | 91: The Legends of the Rhine | Beetling walls with ivy grown, | | 52 | 1442 | 92: The Lost Galleon | In sixteen hundred and forty-one, | | 178 | 1851 | 93: The Lost Tails of Miletus | High on the Thracian hills, half hid in the billows of clover, | | 16 | 1673 | 94: The Miracle of Padre Junipero | This is the tale that the Chronicle | | 84 | 1731 | 95: The Mission Bells of Monterey | O bells that rang, O bells that sang | | 21 | 1899 | 96: The Mountain Heart�s-Ease | By scattered rocks and turbid waters shifting, | | 28 | 1495 | 97: The Old Camp-Fire | Now shift the blanket pad before your saddle back you fling, | | 60 | 1886 | 98: The Old Major Explains | Well, you see, the fact is, Colonel, I don�t know as I can come: | | 28 | 1834 | 99: The Return of Belisarius | So you�re back from your travels, old fellow, | | 40 | 1661 | 100: The Reveille | Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands, | | 35 | 1547 | 101: The Ritualist | He wore, I think, a chasuble, the day when first we met; | | 16 | 1724 | 102: The Society Upon the Stanislaus | I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James; | | 36 | 1839 | 103: The Spelling Bee at Angels | Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids, and gather round my knee, | | 84 | 1706 | 104: The Stage-Driver�s Story | It was the stage-driver�s story, as he stood with his back to the wheelers, | | 40 | 1734 | 105: The Station-Master of Lone Prairie | An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching, | | 60 | 1903 | 106: The Tale of a Pony | Name of my heroine, simply �Rose;� | | 105 | 1905 | 107: The Thought-Reader of Angels | We hev tumbled ez dust Or ez worms of the yearth; | | 65 | 1721 | 108: The Two Ships | As I stand by the cross on the lone mountain�s crest, | | 16 | 2104 | 109: The Willows | The skies they were ashen and sober, | | 81 | 1818 | 110: The Wonderful Spring of San Joaquin | Of all the fountains that poets sing, | | 103 | 1792 | 111: Thompson of Angels | It is the story of Thompson of Thompson, the hero of Angels. | | 44 | 1808 | 112: To a Sea-Bird | Sauntering hither on listless wings, | | 20 | 1584 | 113: To the Pliocene Skull | Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil! | | 48 | 1650 | 114: To The Pliocene Skull | Speak, O man less recent! | | 49 | 1151 | 115: Truthful James to the Editor | Which it is not my style | | 50 | 1672 | 116: Twenty Years | Beg your pardon, old fellow! I think | | 30 | 1517 | 117: What Miss Edith Saw from Her Window | Our window�s not much, though it fronts on the street; | | 56 | 1781 | 118: What the Bullet Sang | O Joy of creation To be! O rapture to fly | | 24 | 1660 | 119: What the Chimney Sang | Over the chimney the night-wind sang | | 24 | 1557 | 120: What the Engines Said | What was it the Engines said, | | 57 | 1536 | 121: What the Wolf Really Said to Little Red Riding-Hood | Wondering maiden, so puzzled and fair, | | 18 | 1801 |
About: Francis Bret Harte was an American author and poet, best remembered for his accounts of pioneering life in California.
Life and career
He was born in Albany, New York, on August 25, 1836. He was named Francis Brett Hart after his great-grandfather Francis Brett. When he was young his father changed the spelling of the family name from Hart to Harte. Later, Francis preferred to be known by his middle name, but he spelled it with only one "t", becoming Bret Harte.
An avid reader as a boy, Harte published his first work at age 11, a satirical poem titled "Autumn Musings," now lost. His formal schooling ended when he was 13 in 1849. He moved to California in 1853, later working there in a number of capacities, including miner, teacher, messenger, and journalist. He spent part of his life in the northern California coastal town of Union (now known as Arcata), a settlement on Humboldt Bay that was established as a provisioning center for mining camps in the interior.
The 1860 massacre of between 80 and 200 Wiyots killed at the village of Tutulwat was well documented historically and was reported in San Francisco and New York by Harte. When serving as assistant editor for the Northern Californian, Harte editorialized about the slayings while his boss, Stephen G. Whipple, was temporarily absent, leaving Harte in charge of the paper. Harte published a detailed account condemning the event, writing, "a more shocking and revolting spectacle never was exhibited to the eyes of a Christian and civilized people. Old women wrinkled and decrepit lay weltering in blood, their brains dashed out and dabbled with their long grey hair. Infants scarcely a span long, with their faces cloven with hatchets and their bodies ghastly with wounds." After he published the editorial, his life was threatened and he was forced to flee one month later. Harte quit his job and moved to San Francisco, where an anonymous letter published in a city paper is attributed to him, describing widespread community approval of the massacre. In addition, no one was ever brought to trial, despite the evidence of a planned attack and references to specific individuals, including a rancher named Larabee and other members of the unofficial militia called the Humboldt Volunteers.
Harte married Anna Griswold on August 11, 1862, in San Rafael, California. From the start, the marriage was rocky. Some suggested she was handicapped by extreme jealousy while an early biographer of Harte, Henry C. Merwin, privately concluded that she was "almost impossible to live with".
His first literary efforts, including poetry and prose, appeared in The Californian, an early literary journal edited by Charles Henry Webb. In 1868 he became editor of The Overland Monthly, another new literary magazine, but this one more in tune with the pioneering spirit of excitement in California. His story, "The Luck of Roaring Camp", appeared in the magazine's second issue, propelling Harte to nationwide fame.
When word of Charles Dickens's death reached Bret Harte in July 1870, he immediately sent a dispatch across the bay to San Francisco to hold back the forthcoming publication of his Overland Monthly for twenty-four hours, so that he could compose the poetic tribute, "Dickens in Camp". This work is considered by many of Harte's admirers as his verse masterpiece, for its evident sincerity, the depth of feeling it displays, and the unusual quality of its poetic expression.
Determined to pursue his literary career, in 1871 he and his family traveled back East, to New York and eventually to Boston, where he contracted with the publisher of The Atlantic Monthly for an annual salary of $10,000, "an unprecedented sum at the time." His popularity waned, however, and by the end of 1872 he was without a publishing contract and increasingly desperate. He spent the next few years struggling to publish new work (or republish old), delivering lectures about the gold rush, and even selling an advertising jingle to a soap company.
In 1878 Harte was appointed to the position of United States Consul in the town of Krefeld, Germany and then to Glasgow in 1880. In 1885 he settled in London. During the twenty-four years he spent in Europe, he never abandoned writing, and maintained a prodigious output of stories that retained the freshness of his earlier work. He died in Camberley England in 1902 of throat cancer and is buried at Frimley.
His wife, by then known as Anna Bret Harte, died on August 2, 1920. Despite being married for nearly forty years, the couple lived together for only sixteen of those years.
Criticism
In his Round the World, Andrew Carnegie praised Bret Harte as uniquely American:
A whispering pine of the Sierras transplanted to Fifth Avenue! How could it grow? Although it shows some faint signs of life, how sickly are the leaves! As for fruit, there is none. America had in Bret Harte its most distinctively national poet.
Writing in his autobiography four years after Harte's death, however, Mark Twain characterized him and his writing as insincere. He criticized the miners' dialect used by Harte, claiming it never existed outside of his imagination. Twain accused Harte of borrowing money from his friends with no intent to repay and of financially abandoning his wife and children.
Dramatic and musical adaptations of Harte's work
Several film versions of "The Outcasts of Poker Flat" have been made, including one in 1937 with Preston Foster and another in 1952 with Dale Robertson. Tennessee's Partner (1955) with John Payne and Ronald Reagan was based on a story of the same name. Paddy Chayefsky's treatment of the film version of Paint Your Wagon seems to borrow from "Tennessee's Partner": two close friends�one named "Pardner"�share the same woman. The spaghetti western Four of the Apocalypse is based on "The Outcasts of Poker Flat" and "The Luck of Roaring Camp".
Operas based on "The Outcasts of Poker Flat" include those by Samuel Adler and by Stanford Beckler.
Other works
Plain Language from Truthful James, known also as The Heathen Chinee, was a satire of racial prejudice in northern California, but was embraced by the American public as a mockery of Chinese immigrants, and shaped anti-Chinese sentiment more than any other work at the time.
The Stolen Cigar-Case, featuring ace detective "Hemlock Jones", was praised by Ellery Queen as "probably the best parody of Sherlock Holmes ever written".
The Society upon the Stanislaus is a tragicomic poem, like Plain Language from Truthful James set in the northern California mining camps, and told by the same narrator, "Truthful James".
The Beulah song "Ballad of the Lonely Argonaut" references "The Luck of Roaring Camp" and "Outcasts of Poker Flat" and asks, "How does it feel to roam this land like Harte and Twain did?"
Nord-Amerika, seine St�dte und Naturwunder, sein Land und seine Leute was authored by Austrian Ernst von Hesse-Wartegg, with contributions by others including Harte.
Legacy
Bret Harte High School in Angels Camp, California
Bret Harte Lane in Humboldt Hill, California is named after him.
Bret Harte Elementary School in Chicago, Illinois
Bret Harte Middle School in San Jose, California
Bret Harte Middle School in Oakland, California
Bret Harte Middle School in Hayward, California
Bret Harte High School in Altaville, California is named after him and celebrated its 100th anniversary in 2005
Bret Harte Elementary in Cherry Hill, New Jersey
A community called The Shores of Poker Flat, California claims to have been the location of Poker Flat, although it is usually accepted that the story takes place further north.
Bret Harte Road in Frimley (the town in which Harte was buried) is named after him.
Bret Harte Place in San Francisco, California is named after him.
In 1987 he appeared on a $5 U.S. Postage stamp, as part of the "Great Americans series" of issues.[16]
Bret Harte Lane, Bret Harte Road, and Harte Ave in San Rafael, California.
Bret Harte House, at Humboldt State University in Arcata, California.
Bret Harte Park in Danville, California.
The town of Twain Harte, California, is named after Mark Twain and Bret Harte.
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