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Joaquin Miller
A Dull Eyed Rattlesnake That Lay
A dull eyed rattlesnake that lay / All loathsome, yellow-skinned, and slept, / Coil'd tight as pine-knot, in the sun
California On The Passing Of Tennyson
All silent.... So, he lies in state.... / Our redwoods drip and drip with rain.... / Against our rock-locked Golden Gate
Columbus
Behind him lay the gray Azores, / Behind the Gates of Hercules; / Before him not the ghost of shores,
Crossing The Plains
What great yoked brutes with briskets low, / With wrinkled necks like buffalo, / With round, brown, liquid, pleading eyes,
Dead In The Sierras
His footprints have failed us, / Where berries are red, / And madroños are rankest,
His Broad Brimmed Hat Push'd Back With Careless Air
His broad brimmed hat push'd back with careless air, / The proud vaquero sits his steed as free / As winds that toss his black, abundant hair.
In Southern California
Where the cocoa and cactus are neighbors, / Where the fig and the fir tree are one; / Where the brave corn is lifting bent sabres
Joaquin Miller To The Money Getter
Yes! I am a dreamer. / While you seek gold in the earth, why, I / See gold in the steeps of the starry sky;
Joaquin Miller's Home On The Hights
Rugged! Rugged as Parnassus! / Rude, as all roads I have trod / Yet are steeps and stone-strewn passes
Juanita
You will come, my bird, Bonita? / Come! For I by steep and stone / Have built such nest for you, Juanita,
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