Songs of the SierrasLongmans, Green, Reader, and Dyer, 1871 - 301 strani |
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Stran xii
... stand . The contemplated satisfaction of having been candid with the reader , whatever may be the fate of my book , induces me to write all this ; to be candid and plain even in the face of the knowledge that the world adores the great ...
... stand . The contemplated satisfaction of having been candid with the reader , whatever may be the fate of my book , induces me to write all this ; to be candid and plain even in the face of the knowledge that the world adores the great ...
Stran 29
... stands , a picture , now— Long gazing down the sunset seas . 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 ...
... stands , a picture , now— Long gazing down the sunset seas . 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 ...
Stran 30
... stand the same To him , and so shall to the end . I lay this crude wreath on his dust , A wild wreath of sad memories Recall'd here by these colder seas . I leave the wild bird with his trust , To sing and say him nothing wrong ; I wake ...
... stand the same To him , and so shall to the end . I lay this crude wreath on his dust , A wild wreath of sad memories Recall'd here by these colder seas . I leave the wild bird with his trust , To sing and say him nothing wrong ; I wake ...
Stran 55
... stand , But fell , and so upset herself ; Yet still the poor brown savage elf , Each time the long light wave would toss And lift her form from out the sea , Would shake a strange bright blade at me , With rich hilt chased a cunning ...
... stand , But fell , and so upset herself ; Yet still the poor brown savage elf , Each time the long light wave would toss And lift her form from out the sea , Would shake a strange bright blade at me , With rich hilt chased a cunning ...
Stran 66
... darkness , Flashings of flint and of steel , Blended in gossamer texture The ideal and the real , Limn'd like the phantom - ship shadow , Crowding up under the keel . CALIFORNIAN . I. STAND beside the mobile sea ; And.
... darkness , Flashings of flint and of steel , Blended in gossamer texture The ideal and the real , Limn'd like the phantom - ship shadow , Crowding up under the keel . CALIFORNIAN . I. STAND beside the mobile sea ; And.
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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
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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.