Songs of the Sierras and SunlandsMorrill, Higgins & Company, 1892 - 309 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 37
Stran 13
... held down-- ' Well , yes , she is fairer ; and I loved her first ; And shall love her last , come worst to the worst . ' " Her lips grew livid , and her eyes afire As I said this thing ; and higher and higher The hot words ran , when ...
... held down-- ' Well , yes , she is fairer ; and I loved her first ; And shall love her last , come worst to the worst . ' " Her lips grew livid , and her eyes afire As I said this thing ; and higher and higher The hot words ran , when ...
Stran 20
... held high , and their limbs a - quiver . Then ere she barely had time to breathe The boiling waters began to seethe From hill to hill in a booming river , Beating and breaking from hill to hill- Even while yet the sun shot fire ...
... held high , and their limbs a - quiver . Then ere she barely had time to breathe The boiling waters began to seethe From hill to hill in a booming river , Beating and breaking from hill to hill- Even while yet the sun shot fire ...
Stran 21
... held down , Where the ships sail out and the seas swirl in , Forgetting to knit and refusing to spin . " She shall lift her head , she shall see her She shall hear his voice like a sea that rushes lover , ARIZONIAN . 21.
... held down , Where the ships sail out and the seas swirl in , Forgetting to knit and refusing to spin . " She shall lift her head , she shall see her She shall hear his voice like a sea that rushes lover , ARIZONIAN . 21.
Stran 23
... held up and her head held down , Yet face to face ; and that face was brown ! " Now why did she come and confront me there , With the flood to her face and the moist in her hair , And a mystical stare in her marvelous eyes ? I had call ...
... held up and her head held down , Yet face to face ; and that face was brown ! " Now why did she come and confront me there , With the flood to her face and the moist in her hair , And a mystical stare in her marvelous eyes ? I had call ...
Stran 25
... held down , All abash'd and in blushes my brown face over ; ' She does not know me , her long lost lover , For my beard's so long and my skin's so brown That I well might pass myself for another . ' So I lifted my voice and I spake ...
... held down , All abash'd and in blushes my brown face over ; ' She does not know me , her long lost lover , For my beard's so long and my skin's so brown That I well might pass myself for another . ' So I lifted my voice and I spake ...
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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...