California revisited: 1858-1897 (Google eBook)

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Doylestown Publishing Company, 1898 - California - 310 pages
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Page 150 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Page 187 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 218 - BELLS of the Past, whose long-forgotten music Still fills the wide expanse, Tingeing the sober twilight of the Present With color of romance ! I hear your call, and see the sun descending On rock and wave and sand, As down the coast the Mission voices, blending, Girdle the heathen land. Within the circle of your incantation No blight nor mildew falls ; Nor fierce unrest, nor lust, nor low ambition Passes those airy walls.
Page 1 - He who makes two blades of grass grow where one grew before is the benefactor of mankind ; but he who obscurely worked to find the laws of such growth is the intellectual superior as well as the greater benefactor of the two.
Page 179 - Evergreen grass ! and we, plowed ground ! But come now ! How does earth's pet plumage grow Under your snow? Is your beloved grass as softly nice When packed in ice ? For six long months you live beneath a blight No grass in sight. You bear up bravely. And not only that, But leave your grass and travel. And thereat We marvel deeply, with slow Western mind, Wondering within us what these people find Among our common oranges and palms To tear them from the well-remembered charms Of their dear...
Page 179 - ... an example of the feeling alluded to ; taken from a prominent magazine of Southern California: THEIR GRASS. BY CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON. They say we have no grass ! To hear them talk You'd think that grass could walk , And was their bosom friend no day to pass Between them and their grass '. No grass ! they say, who live Where hot bricks give The hot stones all their heat and back again A baking hell for men. "Oh but...
Page 101 - I hear your call, and see the sun descending On rock and wave and sand, As down the coast the Mission voices, blending, Girdle the heathen land. Within the circle of your incantation No blight nor mildew falls; Nor fierce unrest, nor lust, nor low ambition Passes those airy walls. Borne on the swell of your long waves receding, I touch the farther past, I see the dying glow of Spanish glory, The sunset dream and last!
Page 134 - Carmelo (Monterey), June 3, 1770; San Antonio de Padua, July 14, 1771; San Gabriel, September 8, 1771; San Luis Obispo, September i, 1772...
Page 179 - we have our parks" Where fat policemen check the children's larks, And sign to sign repeats as in a glass " Keep off the grass ! " " We have our city parks and grass, you see " Well so have we! But 'tis the country that they sing of most. "Alas ! " They sing, " for our wide acres of soft grass ! To please us living and to hide us dead! " You'd think Walt Whitman's first was all they read...
Page 179 - You'd think they all went out upon the quiet Nebuchadnezzar to outdo in diet ! You'd think they found no other green thing fair Even its seed an honor in their hair! You'd think they had this bliss the whole year 'round Evergreen grass ! and we, plowed ground ! But come now ! How does earth's pet plumage grow Under your snow? Is your beloved grass as softly nice When packed in ice ? For six long months you live beneath a blight No grass in sight. You bear up bravely. And not only...

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