Songs of the Sierras and SunlandsMorrill, Higgins & Company, 1892 - 309 strani |
Iz vsebine knjige
Zadetki 1–5 od 47
Stran 12
... hair with her fingers brown , As tall as the silk - tipp'd tassel'd corn --- Stood watching as I weighed the gold We had wash'd that day where the river roll'd ; And her proud lip curl'd with a sun - clime scorn , As she ask'd , ' Is ...
... hair with her fingers brown , As tall as the silk - tipp'd tassel'd corn --- Stood watching as I weighed the gold We had wash'd that day where the river roll'd ; And her proud lip curl'd with a sun - clime scorn , As she ask'd , ' Is ...
Stran 14
... hair as if throwing a quiver , As an Indian throws it back far from his side And free from his hands , swinging fast to the shoulder When rushing to battle ; and , turning , she sigh'd And shook , and shiver'd as aspens shiver . " Then ...
... hair as if throwing a quiver , As an Indian throws it back far from his side And free from his hands , swinging fast to the shoulder When rushing to battle ; and , turning , she sigh'd And shook , and shiver'd as aspens shiver . " Then ...
Stran 16
... hair as flax in a wheel , And wheeling and whirling her round like a reel ; Laugh'd loud her despair , then leapt like a steed , Holding tight to her hair , folding fast to her heel , Laughing fierce , leaping far as if spurr'd to its ...
... hair as flax in a wheel , And wheeling and whirling her round like a reel ; Laugh'd loud her despair , then leapt like a steed , Holding tight to her hair , folding fast to her heel , Laughing fierce , leaping far as if spurr'd to its ...
Stran 18
... hair trailed with the trailing weeds , While her small brown hands lay prone or lifted As the waves sang strophes in the broken reeds , Or paused in pity , and in silence sifted Sands of gold , as upon her grave . And as sure as you see ...
... hair trailed with the trailing weeds , While her small brown hands lay prone or lifted As the waves sang strophes in the broken reeds , Or paused in pity , and in silence sifted Sands of gold , as upon her grave . And as sure as you see ...
Stran 22
... hair ; ' I am burnt by the sun , I am brown'd by the sea ; I am white of my beard , and am bald , may be ; Yet for all such things what can her heart care ? ' Then she moved ; and I said , ' How marvelous fair ! ' She look'd to the West ...
... hair ; ' I am burnt by the sun , I am brown'd by the sea ; I am white of my beard , and am bald , may be ; Yet for all such things what can her heart care ? ' Then she moved ; and I said , ' How marvelous fair ! ' She look'd to the West ...
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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
Priljubljeni odlomki
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...