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(NYE’S FORD, STANISLAUS,… Do I sleep? do I dream? Do I wonder and doubt? Are things what they seem? Or is visions about?
O joy of creation To be! O rapture to fly And be free! Be the battle lost or won,
(OPENING OF THE CALI… Brief words, when actions wait, ar… The prompter’s hand is on his bell… The coming heroes, lovers, kings, Are idly lounging at the wings;
No life in earth, or air, or sky; The sunbeams, broken silently, On the bared rocks around me lie,— Cold rocks with half-warmed lichen… And scales of moss; and scarce a y…
DRAMATIS PERSONAE Poet. Philosopher. Jones of Mari… POET Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your… Just where you stand; then doff yo…
June 4th! Do you know what that d… June 4th! By this air and these p… Well,—only you know how I hate sc… These might be my very last lines! For perhaps, sir, you’ll kindly re…
‘Crying!’ Of course I am crying,… too, If people were telling such storie… Oh yes, you can laugh if you want… how,
They ran through the streets of th… They peered from the decks of the… The cold sea-fog that came whiteni… Was never as cold or white as they… ‘Ho, Starbuck and Pinckney and T…
(A GEOLOGICAL ADDRESS) ‘Speak, O man, less recent! Fragm… Primal pioneer of pliocene formati… Hid in lowest drifts below the ear… Of volcanic tufa!
(MR. INTERVIEWER INTER… Know me next time when you see me,… Oh, I mean YOU, old figger-head,… Take out your pensivil, d—n you; s… Any complaints to make? Lots of ‘…
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL J… Being asked by an intimate party,— Which the same I would term as a… Though his health it were vain to… Since the mind to deceit it might…
It was the stage-driver’s story, a… wheelers, Quietly flecking his whip, and tur… While on the dusty road, and blent… We saw the long curl of his lash a…
(PRESIDIO DE SAN FRANCI… Looking seaward, o’er the sand-hil… quaint, By the San Francisco friars lifte… Sponsor to that wondrous city, now…
Hark! I hear the tramp of thousan… And of armed men the hum; Lo! a nation’s hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum,— Saying, ‘Come,
This is the tale that the Chronic… Tells of the wonderful miracle Wrought by the pious Padre Serro, The very reverend Junipero. The heathen stood on his ancient m…