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Came the relief. ‘What, sentry, h… How passed the night through thy l… ‘Cold, cheerless, dark,—as may bef… The hour before the dawn is breaki… ‘No sight? no sound?’ ‘No; nothin…
Above the bones St. Ursula owns, And those of the virgins she chape… Above the boats, And the bridge that floats,
(ALKALI STATION) Cicely says you’re a poet; maybe,—… I reckon you’d give me a hundred,… Poetry!—that’s the way some chaps… But I takes mine ‘straight withou…
‘So she’s here, your unknown Dulc… And you really believe she would k… again?’ ‘Of course,’ he replied, ‘she woul… womankind yet
Captain of the Western wood, Thou that apest Robin Hood! Green above thy scarlet hose, How thy velvet mantle shows! Never tree like thee arrayed,
I have found out a gift for my fai… I know where the fossils abound, Where the footprints of Aves decl… The birds that once walked on the… Oh, come, and—in technical speech—
(LEGEND OF THE CLIFF… Where the sturdy ocean breeze Drives the spray of roaring seas, That the Cliff House balconies Overlook:
Did I ever tell you, my dears, th… That the birds of Cisseter—'Cisse… Well 'Ciren-cester’—one OUGHT t… From ‘Castra,’ or ‘Caster,’ As your Latin master
(CEMETERY, SAN FRANCISCO… This is that hill of awe That Persian Sindbad saw,— The mount magnetic; And on its seaward face,
Wondering maiden, so puzzled and f… Why dost thou murmur and ponder an… ‘Why are my eyelids so open and wi… Only the better to see with, my ch… Only the better and clearer to vie…
Where the short-legged Esquimaux Waddle in the ice and snow, And the playful Polar bear Nips the hunter unaware; Where by day they track the ermine…
(BY A COMMUNICANT OF '… He wore, I think, a chasuble, the… A stole and snowy alb likewise,—I… He called me ‘daughter,’ as he rai… And then, in thrilling undertones,…
(AN AERIAL RETROSPECT) What was it filled my youthful dre… In place of Greek or Latin themes… Or beauty’s wild, bewildering beam… Avitor!
Where the sun sinks through league… Where the sun dies o’er leagues of… Where the dead bones of wasted riv… Trailed from their channels in yon… Where day by day naught takes the…
(PRESIDIO DE SAN FRANCI… Looking seaward, o’er the sand-hil… quaint, By the San Francisco friars lifte… Sponsor to that wondrous city, now…