The ship in the desert [verse] by Joaquin Miller, Issue 863 |
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Adown arms awest awful Azteckee beard bended Beneath black hands blown bold bow'd brave breast breath briskets brow CHANCERY LANE CHISWICK climb'd clutch'd dared dark dead death deep desert drew dried-up sea dust eyes face fair fell fierce flame flush'd follow'd gather'd gazed ghost gleaming gold gossamer grey hair hand heaved hell Ishmaelite JOAQUIN MILLER knew land lean'd leaning lifted look'd back looking back midnight men mighty Missouri moon Mostlike mountain moved night Old Morgan pass'd plain push'd reach'd rein rest rode rose round sand savage sea of sand sea-king seem'd Semiramis shadows shining ship shore shoreless silent snow soul sound space Sphynx stars steed steep stood stopp'd storm strode strong sullen sweet tale tall tawny thou touch'd track turn'd his head Twas Vasques vast watching wave weary wild wind wood
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Page 49 - Cleave softly through the mellow loam Where you have made eternal home, And set no sign. Your epitaphs Are writ in furrows. Beauty laughs While through the green ways wandering Beside her love, slow gathering White, starry-hearted May-time blooms Above your lowly...
Page 57 - The while they bow'd their necks and drew The creaking load; and looked at you. Their sable briskets swept the ground, Their cloven feet kept solemn sound. Two sullen bullocks led the line, Their great eyes shining bright like wine ; Two sullen captive kings were they, That had in time held herds at bay, And even now they crush'd the sod With stolid sense of majesty, And stately stepp'd and stately trod, As if 'twere something still to be Kings even in captivity. FROM "BYRON...
Page 78 - Go ye and look upon that land, That far, vast land that few behold, And none beholding, understand ; That old, old land, which men call new, That land as old as time is old : Go journey with the seasons through Its wastes, and learn how limitless, How shoreless lie the distances, Before you come to question this, Or dare to dream what grandeur is. The solemn silence of that plain, Where unmanned tempests ride and reign, It awes and it possesses you, 'Tis, oh, so eloquent.
Page 46 - And men whose very hearts had died, Who only sought these woods to hide Their wretchedness, held in the van; Yet every man among them stood Alone, along that sounding wood, And every man somehow a man. They...
Page 6 - And told such wondrous tales as these Of wealth within their dried-up seas. And one, girt well in tiger's skin, Who stood, like Saul, above the rest, With dangling claws about his breast, A belt without, a blade within, — A warrior with a painted face, And lines that shadowed stern and...
Page 49 - The ground is heaved and broken so, And why the grasses darker grow And droop, and trail like wounded wing. Yea, time, the grand old Harvester, Has gathered you from wood and plain. We call to you again, again; The rush and rumble of the car Comes back in answer. Deep and wide The wheels of progress have...
Page 61 - These brave men buffet'd the West With lifted faces. Full were they Of great endeavor. Brave and true As stern Crusader clad in steel, They died a-field as it was fit. Made strong with hope, they dared to do Achievement that a host today Would stagger at, stand back and reel, Defeated at the thought of it. What brave endeavor to endure ! What patient hope, when hope was past! What still surrender at the last, A thousand leagues from hope ! how pure They lived, how proud they died! How generous with...
Page 123 - Woo'd here by spacious wooing wind ? So like a grand, sweet woman, when, A great love moves her soul to men ? Came here strong ships of Solomon In quest of Ophir by Cathay ? . . . Sit down and dream of seas withdrawn, And every sea-breath drawn away. . . . Sit down, sit down ! What...
Page 55 - They saw the snowy mountains roll'd, And heaved along the nameless lands Like mighty billows, saw the gold Of awful sunsets, saw the blush Of sudden dawn, and felt the hush Of heaven when the day sat down, And hid his face in dusky hands ; Then pitch'd the tent, where rivers run As if to drown the fallen sun.
Page 47 - They push'd the mailed wood aside, They toss'd the forest like a toy, That great forgotten race of men The boldest band that yet has been Together since the siege of Troy, And followed it — and found their rest.