Songs of the Sierras and SunlandsMorrill, Higgins & Company, 1892 - 309 strani |
Iz vsebine knjige
Zadetki 1–5 od 24
Stran 19
... pointed to the burning skies , For I was too weak unto death to rise . But she knew the peril , and her iron will , With a heart as true as the great North Star , Did bear me up to the palm - tipp'd hill ARIZONIAN . 19.
... pointed to the burning skies , For I was too weak unto death to rise . But she knew the peril , and her iron will , With a heart as true as the great North Star , Did bear me up to the palm - tipp'd hill ARIZONIAN . 19.
Stran 20
... hill to hill in a booming river , Beating and breaking from hill to hill- Even while yet the sun shot fire , Without the shield of a cloud above- Filling the canôn as you would fill A wine - cup , drinking in swift desire , With the ...
... hill to hill in a booming river , Beating and breaking from hill to hill- Even while yet the sun shot fire , Without the shield of a cloud above- Filling the canôn as you would fill A wine - cup , drinking in swift desire , With the ...
Stran 33
... hills of pine , These men dismounted , doff'd their cares , Talk'd loud and laugh'd old love affairs , And on the grass took meat and wine , And never gave a thought again To land or life that lay behind , Or love , or care of any kind ...
... hills of pine , These men dismounted , doff'd their cares , Talk'd loud and laugh'd old love affairs , And on the grass took meat and wine , And never gave a thought again To land or life that lay behind , Or love , or care of any kind ...
Stran 38
... hills run Down to the North Pacific sea , And Willamette meets the sun In many angles , patiently My father tends his flocks of snow , And turns alone the mellow sod And sows some fields not over broad , And mourns my long delay in vain ...
... hills run Down to the North Pacific sea , And Willamette meets the sun In many angles , patiently My father tends his flocks of snow , And turns alone the mellow sod And sows some fields not over broad , And mourns my long delay in vain ...
Stran 61
... hills in orange hue ; A last list to the cockatoo That hung by beak from cocoa - bough Hard by , and hung and sung as though He never was to sing again , Hung all red - crown'd and robed in green , With belts of gold and blue between ...
... hills in orange hue ; A last list to the cockatoo That hung by beak from cocoa - bough Hard by , and hung and sung as though He never was to sing again , Hung all red - crown'd and robed in green , With belts of gold and blue between ...
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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...