Songs of the Sierras and SunlandsMorrill, Higgins & Company, 1892 - 309 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 39
Stran 11
... bent un- der , The cabin was cover'd with thatches of palm Down in a canôn so deep , the wonder Was what it could know in its clime but calm ; Down in a canôn so cleft asunder By sabre - stroke in the young world's prime , It look'd as ...
... bent un- der , The cabin was cover'd with thatches of palm Down in a canôn so deep , the wonder Was what it could know in its clime but calm ; Down in a canôn so cleft asunder By sabre - stroke in the young world's prime , It look'd as ...
Stran 14
... Bent and beautiful as a river moss ; Then , smitten , it turn'd , bent , broken and doubled And lick'd , red - tongued , like a forked fire , Till it made the very waters to shiver : Then sank and the troubled waters bubbled And so ...
... Bent and beautiful as a river moss ; Then , smitten , it turn'd , bent , broken and doubled And lick'd , red - tongued , like a forked fire , Till it made the very waters to shiver : Then sank and the troubled waters bubbled And so ...
Stran 15
... bent over the river , The proud eyes fix'd , the passion unspoken . Then the heavens broke like a great dyke broken ; And ere I fairly had time to give her A shout of warning , a rushing of wind And the rolling of clouds and a deafening ...
... bent over the river , The proud eyes fix'd , the passion unspoken . Then the heavens broke like a great dyke broken ; And ere I fairly had time to give her A shout of warning , a rushing of wind And the rolling of clouds and a deafening ...
Stran 17
... bent lagoon , Hook'd and crook'd like the horned moon . " Lo ! there in the surge where the waters met , And the warm wave lifted , and the winds did fret The wave till it foam'd with rage on the land 2 ARIZONIAN . 17.
... bent lagoon , Hook'd and crook'd like the horned moon . " Lo ! there in the surge where the waters met , And the warm wave lifted , and the winds did fret The wave till it foam'd with rage on the land 2 ARIZONIAN . 17.
Stran 19
... bent tenderly over , Shielding my face from the sun as a cover , And wetting my face , as she watch'd by my side , From a skin she had borne till the high noon- tide , ( I had emptied mine in the heat of the morning ) When the thunder ...
... bent tenderly over , Shielding my face from the sun as a cover , And wetting my face , as she watch'd by my side , From a skin she had borne till the high noon- tide , ( I had emptied mine in the heat of the morning ) When the thunder ...
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a-wing afar beard beautiful bend Beneath birds black hand blood blown boughs bow'd brave breast breath brow brow lifted brown clash of steel climb'd clouds clutch'd dare dark dead death deep desert DON CARLOS dust earth eyes face fair fell fierce follow'd gather'd gazed gold grass grey hair hand head heart heaven hung Ishmaelite JOAQUIN MURIETTA kiss knew land lean'd lifted lips look look'd mane moon Mount Hood mountain never night o'er Old Morgan pass'd pine plain push'd reach'd rode round sand savage land sea of sand sea-king seem'd shining ship shore shout silent song soul sound stars steed stone stood storm stream strong sun tans sweet sweet bee swift tall things tide touch'd Toy'd trees turn'd Vasques wall wave weary white sea wild wind wood yellow
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Stran 239 - In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still, In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
Stran 72 - I looked to my left then, — and nose, neck, and shoulder Sank slowly, sank surely, till back to my thighs; And up through the black blowing veil of her hair Did beam full in mine her two marvelous eyes...
Stran 69 - Not a word, not a wail from a lip was let fall, Not a kiss from my bride, not a look...
Stran 68 - While his eyes were like fire, his face like a shroud, His form like a king, and his beard like a cloud, And his voice loud and shrill, as if blown from a reed—* " Pull, pull in your lassos, and bridle to steed.
Stran 64 - One bloom of crimson crowned its head, A drop of blood, so bright, so red, Yet redolent as roses
Stran 294 - Behold the ocean on the beach Kneel lowly down as if in prayer. I hear a moan as of despair, While far at sea do toss and reach Some things so like white pleading hands.
Stran 156 - What strength! what strife! what rude unrest! What shocks! what half-shaped armies met! A mighty nation moving west, With all its steely sinews set Against the living forests.
Stran 35 - As green and graceful bough'd bamboo, Did twist and twine them through and through The boughs that hung red-fruited full. One, monster-sized, above me hung, Close eyed me with his bright pink eyes, Then raised his folds, and, sway'd and swung.
Stran 62 - Success had made him more than king ; Defeat made him the vilest thing, In name, contempt or hate can bring : So much the leaded dice of war Do make or mar of character. Speak ill who will of him ; he died In all disgrace ; say of the dead His heart was black, his hands were red — Say this much, and be satisfied ; Gloat over it all undenied.
Stran 71 - While his keen crooked horns, through the storm of his mane, Like black lances lifted and lifted again ; And I looked but this once, for the fire licked...