The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1892 |
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Page 535 - Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset— earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Page 641 - That the President of the United States may from time to time set apart and reserve in any State or Territory having public land bearing forests, in any part of the public lands wholly or in part covered with timber or undergrowth, whether of commercial value or not, as public reservations; and the President shall by public proclamation declare the establishment of such reservations and the limits thereof.
Page 535 - Ear-th of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid...
Page 342 - MORNING IN CAMP A BED of ashes and a half-burned brand Now mark the spot where last night's campfire sprung And licked the dark with slender scarlet tongue; The sea draws back from shores of yellow sand Nor speaks lest he awake the sleeping land ; Tall trees grow out of shadows; high among Their somber boughs one clear, sweet song is sung; In deep ravine by drooping cedars spanned All drowned in...
Page 533 - Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.
Page 209 - Let down the bars, O Death! The tired flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat, Whose wandering is done. Thine is the stillest night, Thine the securest fold; Too near thou art for seeking thee, Too tender to be told.
Page 516 - York said, in telling the story, " rain come down — snow come down — hail come down — wind blow — blow — very much blow. Very bad to kill man. Big man in woods no like it, he very angry.
Page 507 - The news of this discovery soon spread among the inhabitants from Santa Barbara to Los Angeles, and in a few weeks hundreds of people were engaged in washing and winnowing the sands of these gold fields.
Page 316 - ... us yet, praise God ! And bees still hum, and gardens hold the musk Of white rose and of red; firing the dusk By the old wall, the hollyhocks do nod, And pinks that send the sweet East down the wind. And yet, a yellowing leaf shows here and there Among the boughs, and through the smoky air — That hints the frost at dawn — the wood looks thinned. The little half-grown sumachs, all as green As June last week, now in the crackling sedge, Colored like wine burn to the water's edge. We feel, at...
Page 535 - I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosom'd night— press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds — night of the large few stars! Still nodding night— mad naked summer night.