Songs of the Sierras and SunlandsMorrill, Higgins & Company, 1893 - 309 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 36
Stran 10
... mild of manner; and, what was more, he, In the morning's ramble had praised the kine, The clover's reach and the meadows fine, And so made the Squire his friend forever. His brow was brown'd by the sun and weather, And 10 ARIZONIAN.
... mild of manner; and, what was more, he, In the morning's ramble had praised the kine, The clover's reach and the meadows fine, And so made the Squire his friend forever. His brow was brown'd by the sun and weather, And 10 ARIZONIAN.
Stran 11
Joaquin Miller. His brow was brown'd by the sun and weather, And touch'd by the terrible hand of time; His rich black beard had a fringe of rime, As silk and silver inwove together. There were hoops of gold all over his hands, And across ...
Joaquin Miller. His brow was brown'd by the sun and weather, And touch'd by the terrible hand of time; His rich black beard had a fringe of rime, As silk and silver inwove together. There were hoops of gold all over his hands, And across ...
Stran 13
... brow a- frown, I said, half-angered, with head 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 ...
... brow a- frown, I said, half-angered, with head 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 ...
Stran 16
... brow, and the flood to her breast; When the flood caught her 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 ...
... brow, and the flood to her breast; When the flood caught her 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 ...
Stran 25
... brow was a-frown As I stepp'd still nearer, with my head 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 ...
... brow was a-frown As I stepp'd still nearer, with my head 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 ...
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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 climb'd clouds clutch'd dare dark dead death deep desert Don Carlos dust earth ELLA WHEELER WILCOX eyes face fair fell fierce flashing follow'd gather'd gazed gold grass grey hair hand head heart heaven hung Ishmaelite JOAQUIN MURIETTA kiss knee knew land lean'd lifted lips look look'd mane moon 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 69 - Not a word, not a wail from a lip was let fall; Not a kiss from my bride, not a look...
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 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 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 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 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 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...
Stran 70 - Yet we broke not a whisper, we breathed not a prayer; There was work to be done, there was death in the air, And the chance was as one to a thousand for all.
Stran 71 - I stood in my stirrup and look'd to my right — But Revels was gone ; I glanced by my shoulder And saw his horse stagger ; I saw his head drooping Hard down on his breast, and his naked breast stooping Low down to the mane, as so swifter and bolder Ran reaching out for us the red-footed fire.