Songs of the SierrasCanadian News and Publishing Company, 1871 - 200 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 19
Stran 10
... reach and the meadows fine , And so made the Squire his friend for ever . 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 ...
... reach and the meadows fine , And so made the Squire his friend for ever . 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 ...
Stran 13
... reach'd and reach'd as I ran , And ran till I came to the canon's van , Where the waters lay in a bent lagoon , Hook'd and crook'd like the hornéd moon . " Here in the surge where the waters met , And the warm wave lifted , and the ...
... reach'd and reach'd as I ran , And ran till I came to the canon's van , Where the waters lay in a bent lagoon , Hook'd and crook'd like the hornéd moon . " Here in the surge where the waters met , And the warm wave lifted , and the ...
Stran 14
... reach'd for her in her rest and unrest , Her hands were lifted and reach'd to mine . " Now mind , I tell you I cried , ' Come in ! Come in to the house , come out from the hollow , Come out of the storm , come up from the river ...
... reach'd for her in her rest and unrest , Her hands were lifted and reach'd to mine . " Now mind , I tell you I cried , ' Come in ! Come in to the house , come out from the hollow , Come out of the storm , come up from the river ...
Stran 19
... reach'd far over To the tree of promise , and have pluck'd of all And ate - ate ashes , and myrrh , and gall . Go down , go down to the fields of clover , Down with the kine in the pastures fine , And give no thought , or care , or ...
... reach'd far over To the tree of promise , and have pluck'd of all And ate - ate ashes , and myrrh , and gall . Go down , go down to the fields of clover , Down with the kine in the pastures fine , And give no thought , or care , or ...
Stran 20
... reach up , Pluck gold as plucking a butter - cup : But I am as lead and my hands are red ; There is nothing that is that can wake one passion In soul or body , or one sense of pleasure , No fame or fortune in the world's wide measure ...
... reach up , Pluck gold as plucking a butter - cup : But I am as lead and my hands are red ; There is nothing that is that can wake one passion In soul or body , or one sense of pleasure , No fame or fortune in the world's wide measure ...
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afar Alcalde bearded beautiful Beneath birds blood blue boughs brave breast breath bright brow brow lifted brown clash of steel clouds clover cold courser curse dare dark dead death deep dimpled DON CARLOS dust earth eyes face fair feet fell fierce fire flashing flood fold fretted gaze gold golden bands gray hair hand head hear heard heart heaven kiss kiss of morning LAMONTE land lifted lips look look'd lover moon Mount Hood mountain MYRRH never night noble court o'er palm peace perfect bliss pines plain poison'd pure purple reach'd shining shore silent sinched sing skies sleep song soul stand stars steed stone stood storm Strangely stream sullen sweet sweet bee swift tall tears things tide trees turn turn'd unto wall wampum warm weary white sea wild wind wine wood yellow
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 175 - 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 165 - 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 54 - Tis not a place for mirthfulness, But meditation deep, and prayer, And kneelings on the salted sod, Where man must own his littleness And know the mightiness of God.
Stran 165 - Stretching fierce in pursuit of a black rolling sea Rushing fast upon us, as the wind sweeping free And afar from the desert blew hollow and hoarse.
Stran 49 - One bloom of crimson crowned its head, A drop of blood, so bright, so red, Yet redolent as roses
Stran 167 - Till they died with a wild and desolate moan, As a sea heart-broken on the hard brown stone. . . . And into the Brazos ... I rode all alone, — All alone, save only a horse long-limbed And blind and bare and burnt to the skin. Then, just as the...
Stran 166 - 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 162 - 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. Room! room to be free where the white bordered sea Blows a kiss to a brother as boundless as he...
Stran 167 - Pachd, so if kin should pursue I should surely escape without other ado Than to ride, without blood, to the north Brazos side, And await her — and wait till the next hollow moon Hung her horn in the palms, when surely and soon And swift she would join me, and all would be well Without bloodshed or word. And now as she fell From the front, and went down in the ocean of fire, The last that I saw was a look of delight That I should escape — a love — a desire — Yet never a word, not a look of...
Stran 163 - To cover us trio and conceal our flight With my brown bride, won from an Indian town That lay in the rear the full ride of a night. "We lounged in the...