-
BEHOLD where Beauty walks with Peace! / Behold where Plenty pours her horn …
-
’MID white Sierras, that slope to the sea, / Lie turbulent lands. Go dwell in the skies, …
-
He lies low in the levelled sand, / Unsheltered from the tropic sun, …
-
Here room and kingly silence keep / Companionship in state austere; …
-
What great yoked brutes with briskets low, / With wrinkled necks like buffalo, …
-
his footprints have failed us, / Where berries are red, …
-
you will come, my bird, Bonita? / Come! For I by steep and stone …
-
give honor and love for evermore / To this great man gone to rest; …
-
Come listen, O Love, to the voice of the dove, / Come, hearken and hear him say, …
-
Who tamed your lawless Tartar blood? / What David bearded in her den …
-
The brave young city by the Balboa seas / Lies compassed about by the hosts of night— …
-
His broad-brimmed hat pushed back with careless air, / The proud vaquero sits his steed as free …
-
What strength! what strife! what rude unrest! / What shocks! what half-shaped armies met! …