This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ... ISLES OF THE AMAZONS Part I Primeval forests! virgin sod! That Saxon has not ravish'd yet, Lo! peak on peak in stairways set--In stepping stairs that reach to God! Here we are free as sea or wind, For here are set Time's snowy tents In everlasting battlements Against the march of Saxon mind. Far up in ...
Read More
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ... ISLES OF THE AMAZONS Part I Primeval forests! virgin sod! That Saxon has not ravish'd yet, Lo! peak on peak in stairways set--In stepping stairs that reach to God! Here we are free as sea or wind, For here are set Time's snowy tents In everlasting battlements Against the march of Saxon mind. Far up in the hush of the Amazon River, And mantled and hung in the tropical trees, There are isles as grand as the isles of seas. And the waves strike strophes, and keen reeds quiver, As the sudden canoe shoots past them and over The strong, still tide to the opposite shore, Where the blue-eyed men by the sycamore Sit mending their nets 'neath the vine-twined cover; Sit weaving the threads of long, strong grasses; They wind and they spin on the clumsy wheel, Into hammocks red-hued with the cochineal, To trade with the single black ship that passes, With foreign old freightage of curious old store, And still and slow as if half asleep, --A cunning old trader that loves to creep Cautious and slow in the shade of the shore. And the blue-eyed men that are mild as the dawns--Oh, delicate dawns of the grand Andes! Lift up soft eyes that are deep like seas, And mild yet wild as the red-white fawns'; And they gaze into yours, then weave, then listen, Then look in wonder, then again weave on, Then again look wonder that your are not gone, While the keen reeds quiver and the bent waves glisten; But they say no word while they weave and wonder, Though they sometimes sing, voiced low like the dove, And as deep and as rich as their tropical love, A-weaving their net threads through and under. A pure, true people you may trust are these That weave their threads where the quick leaves quiver; And this is their tale of the Isles of the river, And the why that their...
Read Less
Choose your shipping method in Checkout. Costs may vary based on destination.
Seller's Description:
Good. No Jacket. Size: 4 3/4" X 7 1/4"; GOOD / NO DUST JACKET. xi, 244 pp. Text clean and unmarked except for previous owner's bookplates at front pastedown and at front flyleaf. Endpapers toned. Illustrated with engraved frontispiece portrait of Joaquin Miller. Purple cloth boards with paper labels at front and spine, boards lightly scuffed, slightly soiled, spine sunned. Binding firm.
![Joaquin Miller's Poems [in Six Volumes] Volume Six: Poetic Plays](https://www2.alibris-static.com/isbn/9781154404012_t.gif)
