George Washington Cable

  • The New Arrival

    There came to port last Sunday night
      The queerest little craft,
    Without an inch of rigging on;
      I looked and looked—and laughed!
    It seemed so curious that she
      Should cross the Unknown water,
    And moor herself within my room—
      My...

  • Written in the Visitors' Book at the Birthplace of Robert Burns

    Of heavenly stature, but most human smile,
      Gyved with our faults he stands,
    Truth’s white and Love’s red roses tendering us,
      Whose thorns are in his hands.