Songs of the Sierras

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Roberts Brothers, 1873 - 299 strani
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Stran 264 - 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 245 - Whoa, Pache, boy, whoa. No, you wouldn't believe it to look at his eyes, But he is, badger blind, and it happened this wise,
Stran 250 - 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, With a longing and love, yet a look of despair And of pity for me, as she felt the smoke fold her, And flames reaching far for her glorious hair. Her sinking steed faltered, his eager eyes fell To and fro and unsteady, and all the neck's swell Did subside and recede, and the nerves fall as dead....
Stran 252 - All alone, save only a horse long-limbed, And blind and bare and burnt to the skin. Then, just as the terrible sea came in And tumbled its thousands hot into the tide, Till the tide blocked up and the swift stream brimmed In eddies, we struck on the opposite side. Sell Pache— blind Pache? Now, mister, look here ! You have slept in my tent and partook of my cheer Many days, many days, on this rugged frontier...
Stran 244 - Room! room to turn round in, to breathe and be free, To grow to be giant, to sail as at sea With the speed of the wind on a steed with his mane To the wind, without pathway or route or a rein.
Stran 247 - 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...
Stran 249 - Twenty miles ! ... thirty miles ! ... a dim distant speck Then a long reaching line, and the Brazos in sight ! And I rose in my seat with a shout of delight. I stood in my stirrup, and...
Stran 68 - I seem to see them gleam and shine With clinging drops of dripping brine. Broad still brown wings flit here and there, Thin sea-blue wings wheel everywhere, And white wings whistle through the air : I hear a thousand sea-gulls call. 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 248 - Turned head to the Brazos with a breath in the hair Blowing hot from a king leaving death in his course...
Stran 70 - And wheels no more croak in distress, And tall pines reassert command, Sweet bards along this sunset shore Their mellow melodies will pour ; Will charm as charmers very wise, Will strike the harp with master hand, Will sound unto the vaulted skies The...

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