Songs of the SierrasLongmans, Green, Reader, and Dyer, 1871 - 301 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 48
Stran 4
... never a bit of the burthen of care ; And with all of our caring what more have we I would court content like a lover lonely , I would woo her , win her , and wear her only , And never go over this white sea wall For gold or glory or for ...
... never a bit of the burthen of care ; And with all of our caring what more have we I would court content like a lover lonely , I would woo her , win her , and wear her only , And never go over this white sea wall For gold or glory or for ...
Stran 9
... never ! ' The tassel'd tops of the pines were as weeds , The red - woods rock'd like to lake - side reeds , And the world seem'd darken'd and drown'd for ever . " One time in the night as the black wind shifted , And a flash of ...
... never ! ' The tassel'd tops of the pines were as weeds , The red - woods rock'd like to lake - side reeds , And the world seem'd darken'd and drown'd for ever . " One time in the night as the black wind shifted , And a flash of ...
Stran 11
... never had scream'd before . I rush'd to the river : the flood had gone Like a thief , with only his tracks upon The weeds and grasses and warm wet sand ; And I ran after with reaching hand , And call'd as I reach'd and reach'd as I ran ...
... never had scream'd before . I rush'd to the river : the flood had gone Like a thief , with only his tracks upon The weeds and grasses and warm wet sand ; And I ran after with reaching hand , And call'd as I reach'd and reach'd as I ran ...
Stran 16
... never a care shall her true heart know , While the clods are below , or the clouds are above her . ' " On the fringe of the night she stood with her pitcher At the old town pump : and oh ! passing fair . ' I am riper now , ' I said ...
... never a care shall her true heart know , While the clods are below , or the clouds are above her . ' " On the fringe of the night she stood with her pitcher At the old town pump : and oh ! passing fair . ' I am riper now , ' I said ...
Stran 20
... never rise up again ; Let her dash her peaks through the purple cover , Let her plash her seas in the face of the sun ; I have no one to love me now , not one , In a world as full as a world can hold ; So I will get gold as I erst have ...
... never rise up again ; Let her dash her peaks through the purple cover , Let her plash her seas in the face of the sun ; I have no one to love me now , not one , In a world as full as a world can hold ; So I will get gold as I erst have ...
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afar Alcalde arms beautiful Beneath birds blood boughs bow'd brave breast breath bright broad brow brow lifted brown call'd chaparral clouds cold courser curse dare dark dead deep DON CARLOS dust earth eyes face fair fame fell fierce fire flashing flood fold free soul fretted gazed gold green grey hair hand head heard heart heaven JOAQUIN MILLER kiss kiss of morning LAMONTE land lifted lips lisping look'd LUCUS maids Mecca moon Mount Hood mountain neath never NICARAGUA night o'er palms passion peace perfect bliss pines plain poison'd press'd priest proud pure purple reach'd seem'd shining shore silent sing sleep song soul stars steed stone stood Strangely stream sullen sweet sweet bee swift tall tears things tide trees turn'd unto wampum warm wave weary weep white sea wild winds wood yellow young
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 297 - 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 1 - And I have said, and I say it ever, As the years go on and the world goes over, 'Twere better to be content and clever In tending of cattle and tossing of clover, In the grazing of cattle and the growing of grain, Than a strong man striving for fame or gain...
Stran 31 - 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 28 - twas this that made me seek, Disguised, his grave one winter-tide ; A weakness for the weaker side, A siding with the helpless weak.
Stran 29 - Flat-palmed and fierce with lifted spears; One bloom of crimson crowned its head, A drop of blood, so bright, so red, Yet redolent as roses
Stran 6 - 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 191 - Pis 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 79 - ... his gory master lies. The cloud is lifting like a veil, But underneath its drifting sail I see a loose and black capote In careless heed far fly and float, So vulture-like above a steed Of perfect mould and passing speed. Here lies a man of giant mould, His mighty right arm, perfect bare Save but its sable coat of hair, Is clutching in its iron clasp A clump of sage, as if to hold The earth from slipping from his grasp ; While, stealing from his brow, a stain Of purple blood and gory brain Yields...
Stran 33 - Or droop'd in curved lines dreamily, Rainbows reversed, from tree to tree, 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 125 - His daughter sat with her sad face Bent on the wave, with her two hands Held tightly to the dripping oar; And as she sat, her dimpled knee Bent lithe as wand or willow tree, So round and full, so rich and free, That no one would have ever known That it had either joint or bone.