Songs of the sierras, by Joaquin Miller

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1871
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Stran 267 - 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 15 - A remnant of that early few Who held no crime or curse or vice As dark as that of cowardice; With blendings of the worst and best Of faults and virtues that have blest Or cursed or thrilled the human breast.
Stran 17 - Or sang low-hanging overhead — Sang low, as if they sang and slept, Sang faint, like some far waterfall, And took no note of us at all, Though nuts that in the way were spread Did crush and crackle as we stept.
Stran 17 - Wild lilies, tall as maidens are, As sweet of breath, as pearly fair, As fair as faith, as pure as truth, Fell thick before our every tread, As in a sacrifice to ruth, And all the air with perfume filled More sweet than ever man distilled.
Stran 32 - tis day ; night cometh soon, Wherein no man or maiden may ; Love in the strong young prime of day ; Drink drunk with love in ripe red noon, Red noon of love and life and sun ; Walk in love's light as in sunshine, Drink in that sun as drinking wine, Drink swift, nor question any one ; For loves change sure as man or moon, And wane like warm full days of June. O Love, so fair of promises, Bend here thy brow, blow here thy kiss, Bend here thy bow above the storm But once, if only this once more. Comes...
Stran 161 - Tis midnight now. The bent and broken moon, Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, Hangs silent on the purple walls of heaven. The angel warrior, guard of the gates eternal, In battle-harness girt, sleeps on the field ; But when to-morrow comes, when wicked men, That fret the patient earth, are all astir, He will resume his shield, and facing earthward, The gates of heaven guard from sins of earth. 'Tis morn.
Stran iv - I lay in my hammock : the air was heavy And hot and threat'ning ; the very heaven Was holding its breath ; and bees in a bevy Hid under my thatch ; and birds were driven In clouds to the rocks in a hurried whirr As I peer'd down by the path for her ; She stood like a bronze bent over the river, The proud eyes fix'd, the passion unspoken, When the heavens...
Stran 9 - Above my brave dishonored dead. I ask no more, this is not much, Yet I disdain a colder touch To memory as dear as his; For he was true as any star, And brave as Yuba's grizzlies are, Yet gentle as a panther is, Mouthing her young in her first fierce kiss; Tall, courtly, grand as any king, Yet simple as a child at play, In camp and court the same alway, And never moved at anything; A...
Stran 12 - Unsheltered from the tropic sun, And now of all he knew not one Will speak him fair in that far land. Perhaps 'twas this that made me seek, Disguised, his grave one winter-tide ; A weakness for the weaker side, A siding with the helpless weak.

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