Cooke

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Portrait of Bret Harte Bret Harte,  East and West: Poems

“ Yet in some delusive hope, In some vague desire to cope, One still came to view the rope Walked by Cooke.
Amid Beauty's bright array, On that strange eventful day, Partly hidden from the spray, In a nook,
Stood Florinda Vere de Vere; Who with wind-dishevelled hair, And a rapt, distracted air, Gazed on Cooke.
Then she turned, and quickly cried To her lover at her side, While her form with love and pride Wildly shook,
"Clifford Snook! oh, hear me now! Here I break each plighted vow: There's but one to whom I bow, And that's Cooke!"
Haughtily that young man spoke: "I descend from noble folk.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Bret Harte Bret Harte,  East and West: Poems

“ Yet thenceforward, from that day, He his figure would display In some wild athletic way, After Cooke.
On some household eminence, On a clothes-line or a fence, Over ditches, drains, and thence O'er a brook,
He, by high ambition led, Ever walked and balanced; Till the people, wondering, said, "How like Cooke!"
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Bret Harte Bret Harte,  East and West: Poems

“ Is the way my name I trace: Shall a youth of noble race In affairs of love give place To a Cooke?"
"Clifford Snook, I know thy claim To that lineage and name, And I think I've read the same In Horne Tooke;
But I swear, by all divine, Never, never to be thine, 'Till thou canst upon yon line Walk like Cooke."
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Source: Gutenberg

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