{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3497", "width": "2232", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "1", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "OYLSOFCL DORADO\\nByCHML\u00e2\u0082\u00acSKCeL\u00e2\u0082\u00acR\\n3^8\\nAA ROBERTSON\\nSa.h Fpeittcisco\\n1", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "LIST OF TITLES\\nThe Dreamer and the Doer\\nOde to the Pacific\\nTo a Redwood Tree\\nAlong Shore\\nA Dream of El Dorado\\nInvocation to California\\nTo an Alaskan Glacier\\nNew Year s Eve, 1900\\nThe Way of the World\\nOn Alaskan Waters\\nTo a Mourning Dove\\nIn the Canon\\nFrom the Hills Beyond the Bay\\nOn Hearing Music in the Woods\\nMaiden Golden Hair\\nAlone at Monterey\\nA Song\\nAt Kadiak, Alaska\\nA Summer Day\\nSan Francisco from Afar\\nJune in the Woodland\\nA Song of the Hills\\nTo the University of California\\nJoy of the Passing Day\\nAutumn in the Sierras\\nThe Night Fog\\nThe North Wind\\nThe Drouth\\nThe Coming of the Rain\\nPage\\nI\\n3\\n5\\n7\\n9\\n1 1\\n12\\nH\\n17\\ni8\\n19\\n20\\n21\\n22\\n24\\n25\\n26\\n27\\n29\\n30\\n31\\n3^\\n33\\n34\\n35\\n36\\n38\\n39\\n40", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "vi List of Titles\\nPage\\nA Vision of the West\\n41\\nA Voice on the Wind\\n48\\nAn Idyl of the Pines\\n49\\nWOODLAND TALES HESPERIAN\\nInduction\\nHow Shasta Won the Fire\\nCohas and Godetia\\nThe Descent of Boreas\\nAvila and Sturnellus\\nThe War of the Titans\\nThe Mist Maidens\\nAddress to the God of Light\\n59\\n61\\n67\\n73\\n80\\n83\\n89\\n95", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "IDYLS OF EL DORADO", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE DREAMER AND THE DOER\\nIn the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God,\\nand the Word was God.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 St. John.\\nBack of every mighty action stands the planner with\\nhis plan,\\nFirst the dreamer, then the doer first the Maker, then\\nthe man.\\nShall we lower rate achievements of the brain than of\\nthe hand?\\nAll we do is of the spirit if we rightly understand.\\nWhen the voice of Science tells us how through ages\\nman has grown.\\nHow the earth is still in making, how the past is all\\nour own.\\nShall we therefore count it lightly that the world was\\nfirst a word,\\nSpoken in a void of silence, by the startled atoms\\nheard", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "2 The Dreamer and the Doer\\nFor the world is still unfolding what the primal Master\\nplanned,\\nThrough eternity completing one sublimely thought\\ncommand.\\nAnd the dreamer is the doer if he dreameth aught\\naright,\\nFor his thought shall grow to action and his word\\nshall be the light.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado\\nODE TO THE PACIFIC\\nOcean of oceans, mother of all seas,\\nBlue wilderness of passion and of peace,\\nHoarse nursling of rude storms thy wild increase\\nO er far leagues shelterless, o er placid leas\\nAugustly swaying with majestic grace\\nAll lesser monarchs of the watery race,\\nIn thy vast breast are pent all nations destinies\\nHere shall the drama of the world to be\\nFind theater to fit its mighty play\\nThe leaguered hosts are storming round Cathay\\nSaxon and Cossac strive for empery,\\nBut still in foam thy heedless tide is tossed,\\nFor though all nations be with ruin crossed\\nStill shall thy royal trumpets echo full and free.\\nFrom cape of storms beneath the cross of night\\nTo that north sea where. rove the Arctic floes.\\nThy wind in unimpeded passion blows,\\nThy waves unbridled onward urge their flight\\nBut neath the turmoil all is calm and still\\nThy mystic depths of silence scarcely thrill\\nThough nations battle on thy tide for wrong or right.\\nThy realm is highway to the East and West,\\nAnd here the fleets of Christendom shall ride,\\nBearing their burdens o er thy bounding tide,", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "4 Ode to the Pacific\\nBy storms high tossed, by lulHng waves caressed\\nBut thou shalt claim fond fealty of all\\nAnd rouse the nations with thy stirring call,\\nO mighty ocean, with thy proudly heaving breast", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado\\nTO A REDWOOD TREE\\nPraise be to thee,\\nO time-wrought monument\\nPraise be to thee,\\nO sky-supporting pillar!\\nThe stars that shine above thee,\\nThe earth that dreams below thee,\\nThe mountains that have borne thee,\\nAll loud proclaim thy glory.\\nAll chant to thee their choral.\\nThy shaft is as a column\\nOf heav n s wide arch of azure.\\nThy boughs are spread about thee\\nIn stately sweeps of verdure\\nThy form is robed in splendor.\\nWith majesty invested\\nO praise be unto thee.\\nFair monument of time\\nThe winds are thy companions.\\nThe skies bend round thy branches.\\nThe earth supports thy vastness,\\nAnd all day long the soft winds sigh\\nTheir song of praise to thee,\\nAnd all the night the wild winds weep\\nAmid thy shelt ring arms.\\nO tree of trees,\\nO monarch of the grove,\\nThe mountains sound thy praises.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "To a Redwood Tree\\nThe birds declare thy glory,\\nThe brooks proclaim thy wonder,\\nAnd all day long the sweet springs sing\\nTo thee their liquid lays.\\nAnd all the night they sob beneath\\nThy broad, protecting arms.\\nThou watcher over birds,\\nThou guardian of flowers,\\nPraise be to thee\\nFor all thy tender care\\nThe white fog steals amid thy shade.\\nThe sun streams dimly through.\\nThe darkness falls about thy boughs\\nThe solemn night is near,\\nBut through its slumbering calm is heard\\nThy hymning strains on high", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado\\nALONG SHORE\\nThe salt tide glances as sunbeams break on its wind-\\nstirred breast,\\nAnd a sail-furled fleet from the strife of the deep set\\nfree lies at rest;\\nIn the wavering smoke stand the towers and spires of\\nthe city of hills,\\nAnd an impulse of life on the long shore line through\\nthe sea-mist thrills.\\nA steamer is pointing its high, sharp prow to the open sea,\\nA tug pants by with deep-voiced cry blown far and\\nfree\\nAt the docks is a forest of masts with a maze of cord-\\nage and spars,\\nAnd the flags of the nations are fluttering there mid\\nthe stripes and the stars.\\nThe sun rolls off in the mist o er the black-scarred\\nbrow of the town.\\nAnd the fog for an instant is burnished with gold like\\na vanishing crown;\\nThen one by one along shore shine the lights where\\nthe ebb-tide laves,\\nRed and green mid the gold constellations that ripple\\ntheir glow on the waves.\\nBut the waves moan faintly of battles that busy the\\nworld afar,\\nAnd the echoes of strife impending the peace of the\\nevening mar.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8 Alo7ig Shore\\nI know not what burden of commerce the great sea\\nbears on its tide,\\nBut O for the burden of sorrow that follows the spirit\\nof pride", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado\\nA DREAM OF EL DORADO\\nIn a dream world I am drifting\\nDown the misty plains of time,\\nAnd I see a pageant shifting\\nMid the measures of my rhyme,\\nCaballeros proudly riding,\\nOut of mystic canons gliding;\\nOn their Arab chargers prancing\\nWith their spears and sabers glancing\\nGaily as in olden time.\\nThere are padres solemn chanting\\nVespers in the evening light.\\nAs the sun s last rays are slanting\\nOn their crucifixes bright.\\nWhile the mission bells are ringing\\nAnd the neophytes are singing.\\nAs the golden mist comes sweeping\\nFrom the solemn sea, low weeping\\nIn the early hush of night.\\nOn the harbor s heaving water\\nRides a gallant Spanish ship.\\nAnd the commandante s daughter\\nLingers there with trembling lip.\\nFor her cavalier is calling\\nAnd the night about is falling.\\nWhile the purple sails are filling\\nAnd her heart with grief is thrilling\\nWith the vessel s rise and dip.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "lo A Dream of El Dorado\\nAdios, O love-lorn maiden,\\nSail adown the leaden tide\\nPrecious is thy vessel, laden\\nWith a prince s peerless bride.\\nLeave the golden shore behind thee.\\nMay no bitter thought remind thee\\nOf the rapture that has vanished,\\nFrom thy El Dorado banished\\nBy thy father s haughty pride.\\nEl Dorado with its golden\\nSands beside the shining sea.\\nWith its splendor in the olden\\nDays of caballeros free,\\nWith its wealth of hidden treasure.\\nWith its passion and its pleasure,\\nHow its spell about us dallies.\\nHaunting coast and peaks and valleys\\nWith its mystic chivalry!", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado\\nINVOCATION TO CALIFORNIA\\nGuerdon of gold of the sun is thy treasure\\nFrom glist ning Sierra to foam of the ocean,\\nWith fair flower-children in hosts beyond measure\\nTo yield thee their beauty with boundless devotion\\nRoyal the reaches of wheat in the valley\\nAbundance has blessed the wide wastes of the plain,\\nAnd hosts of the strong-handed harvesters rally\\nAt dawn-flush to garner the glittering grain.\\nFull hang thy orchards with fruitage of summer,\\nThy citrons mid blossoms bless winter and spring,\\nBut autumn, the radiant year-cycle s last comer,\\nBears, clustered in purple, the grape which is king.\\nGold, in thy rock-girded fastnesses hidden.\\nThe magic of science shall wrest from its store\\nInsatiate progress, advancing, has bidden\\nThat bounty of earth be for man evermore\\nFor man as a trust and a torch, not to squander\\nIn riotous revel through profitless years.\\nBut a power that bids him to pause and to ponder\\nOn being and beauty, on triumph and tears\\nHere, here where the breezes of freedom are blowing,\\nShall beauty burst full into flow rage to-day.\\nAnd the will to do right shall, in proud hearts, be\\ngrowing.\\nWith might to command and with strength to obey.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado\\nTO AN ALASKAN GLACIER\\nOut of the cloud-world sweeps thy awful form,\\nVast frozen river, fostered by the storm\\nUpon the drear peak s snow-encumbered crest.\\nThy sides deep grinding in the mountain s breast\\nAs down its slopes thou plowest to the sea\\nTo leap into thy mother s arms, and be\\nThere cradled into nothingness. How slow,\\nHow imperceptible, thy ceaseless flow.\\nAs one with an eternity unspent\\nWherein to round thy task of wonderment\\nThy strength resistless is as will of fate\\nThe granite ground to sand beneath thy weight,\\nThe mountains hollowed out with furrows deep.\\nThe sculptured peaks that totter from their steep,\\nAll bear the matchless impress of thy skill.\\nGrim mountain hewer! With a sudden thrill\\nGreat bergs crash thunderously beneath the tide.\\nAnd, slow emerging, o er the waters ride\\nLike boats of pearl slow floating to their doom,\\nW^hich, fondly, the soft lapping waves consume.\\nI walked erstwhile upon thy frozen waves,\\nAnd heard the streams amid thy ice-locked caves\\nI peered down thy crevasses blue and dim,\\nStanding in awe upon the dizzy rim.\\nBeyond me lay the inlet still and blue,\\nBehind, the mountains loomed upon the view\\nLike storm-wraiths gathered from the low-hung sky.\\nA gust of wind swept past with heavy sigh,", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "To ajt Alaskan Glacier 13\\nAnd lo I listened to the ice-stream s song\\nOf winter, when the nights grow dark and long,\\nAnd bright stars flash above thy fields of snow,\\nThe cold waste sparkling in the pallid glow,\\nOr, when the storms wail round thy peaks and spires,\\nPlaying weird notes upon thy ice-wrought lyres\\nUntil the shuddering pinnacles, astrain,\\nTumble and crash amidst the seething main.\\nYears, centuries and eons thou hast known.\\nWaxing and waning in the wilds alone.\\nHoar mountain sculptor, shaper of the earth\\nThe crystals of the snow which gave thee birth,\\nRenewing still thy life, are o er thee spread.\\nAnd, as they fall, thou quiverest in thy bed,\\nStretching thy vastness down its narrow way\\nAnd roaring like a god in fierce dismay\\nThus prisoned, eager in one mighty throe\\nTo leap into the sea and end thy woe", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado\\nNEW YEAR S EVE, 1900\\nRound swings the world until the curtained sun\\nIn leaden mist is lost beneath the sea\\nUpon this Western shore the day is done,\\nAnd with the day a year has ceased to be.\\nTime looks not backward in its flight sublime,\\nBut, as the earth spins on from hour to hour,\\nSweeps forward grandly toward its golden prime\\nAnd out of chaos shapes a world of power.\\nO, night that marks time s madly speeding course,\\nWithin the shadow of thy vasty deep\\nAre pent new centuries of endless force\\nThat wait in sequence o er the world to sweep.\\nWhat triumphs shall they bring and what defeat\\nIn these wide spirit-halls of mighty earth\\nThis year two peerless cycles proudly meet.\\nAnd may the new prove worthy of its birth\\nBethink thee, brothers, how the ages run,\\nBethink thee how the dizzy cycles roll.\\nAs each new year sweeps round the radiant sun.\\nAnd Fate holds up on high her flaming scroll\\nShall Fate s stern finger point in silent scorn\\nWhen in the scales the centuries are weighed\\nShall you and I be judged that awful morn.\\nAnd shall we hear our summons unafraid", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Neiv Year s Eve, ipoo 15\\nCome, then, O brothers, ere the age be spent.\\nLet us be up and doing while we may,\\nTo spread a spirit of subHme content.\\nTo build the promise of a purer day.\\nOf old stood Babylon beside the stream\\nAnd Athens reared her pillared temples fair,\\nBut lo they vanished like a summer dream\\nO, living age, forget not and beware!\\nYet would I not see men too fondly turn\\nIn backward gaze, nor rest with what is done;\\nStill forward must our eager longings yearn.\\nStill greater victories must yet be won.\\nThe new year dawns with plenty and with peace\\nOn these blest shores, these teeming hills and plains\\nThe fertile fields are ripe for their increase\\nAnd smile in welcome to abundant rains.\\nBut Saxon armies fight on distant strands\\nEngland, America, with shot and shell\\nMarch in the wilderness gf hostile lands,\\nThe Filipino and the Boer to quell.\\nO God, it is a fearful die to cast\\nWhen growing nations clash with rights of man\\nThe challenge Progress round the world has passed\\nAs ne er before since time s swift course began.\\nThe weak must die, the low be swept away,\\nFor sterner stock is scattered o er the earth\\nBut shall we in our heart of hearts not say,\\nTis not for you and me to judge men s worth?", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "1 6 New Year s Eve, igoo\\nO Judge of judges, may Thy will prevail\\nAnd if the law of progress be fulfilled,\\nO never may its march of triumph fail\\nTo listen to Thy counsel, love enthrilled\\nMay Christ in countless men be born this year\\nTo do their Father s bidding near and far\\nNew cycles call us forward without fear\\nWhile o er us shines in heav n love s guiding star!", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 17\\nTHE WAY OF THE WORLD\\nThe old world goes its way, my dear,\\nThe old world goes its way,\\nThough hearts may break and lives may fail,\\nThough rosy cheeks grow wan and pale,\\nWe do but as we may, my dear,\\nWe do but as we may\\nThe old world goes its way, my dear,\\nThe old world goes its way\\nAnd some rejoice while others weep.\\nAnd some have sown who may not reap;\\nFor time bears all away, my dear,\\nFor time bears all away\\nThe old world goes its way, my dear,\\nThe old world goes its way\\nBut, spite of cares and spite of tears,\\nA mighty purpose thrills the years.\\nAnd who would say it nay, my dear,\\nAnd who would say it nay?", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "1 8 Idyls of El Dorado\\nON ALASKAN WATERS\\nFiords of the West s north shore, where peaks austere\\nAre cloudward thrust, enrobed in gHst ning snow.\\nWith ice-streams hoar that slowly tideward flow.\\nSculpturing their cliffs and crags that proudly rear\\nTheir pinnacles amid the heights of fear,\\nYour wonders round my wildered senses grow\\nAs still they shift and added splendors show\\nWhere green hills past the sparkling sea appear.\\nWhat joy is this, to float upon the tide,\\nSo blue, so beautiful, past shores that rise\\nLike portals to enchantment s fair demesne,\\nMid islets forested to gently glide,\\nWhere every turn is rife with glad surprise\\nAnd fancy revels in the changing scene.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado\\nTO A MOURNING DOVE\\nSummer has come with sun-seared valleys wide,\\nThe^birds are all a-hushed in noon-day heat\\nThe ^^rs linger by the streamlet s side,\\nWhen sounds the dove s fond, liquid murmur, sweet.\\nFleet-winged haunter of June s golden plain.\\nThere is in thy sweet-murmured, lingering notes\\nSuch dreamy love, such spell of brooding pain\\nAs throbs from out no other birdling throats.\\nI love thy quivering cry on flashing wing,\\nI love the mournful rapture of thy call\\nThough other birds with strains elate may sing,\\nSome heavy sorrow holds thy heart in thrall^\\nMethinks thou art a high-born maiden, spelled\\nIn faery day for thy dear love s despite\\nThy heart s fond passion still lives on unquelled,\\nOnly thy maiden form has vanished quite.\\nO couldst thou have my lips thy grief to speak,\\nWhat passion, what wild plaint we then should hear!\\nNow tremble from thy tender little beak\\nNo strains save dreamy notes of longing drear.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "20 Idyls of El Dorado\\nIN THE CANON\\nI sat on the bole of a laurel tree,\\nThe wren was my only guest,\\nAnd the wind blew free with the witchery\\nOf a spirit of sweet unrest.\\nIt ruffled the wren s prim breast and fled.\\nIt trembled the hazel spray,\\nIt rustled the bed of sere leaves, spread\\nO er the path in its winding way.\\nAloft in the lattice of green and blue,\\nWhere the sky and leaves enwove,\\nThe sun burst through, and its radiance grew\\nTo a golden lamp in the grove.\\nMethought I saw in the golden gleams\\nA flash as of spirit wings\\nLo the whole grove teems with the host of dreams\\nAnd the choir celestial sings\\nIt sings to the leaves upreached in prayer,\\nIt chants to the blithesome birds\\nIts sweet tones bear a message rare\\nOf love too deep for words.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 21\\nFROM THE HILLS BEYOND THE BAY\\nA NOCTURNE\\nThe great world slumbers, silent at my feet.\\nHushed is the air the canon s breezes, sweet,\\nThrough mossed oaks breathe low their night refrain,\\nDown wandering to the dark of dreaming plain.\\nHigh in the domed serene the orb of night\\nShines tween the cloud-host s wings of milky white\\nAthwart the bay its pale effulgence gleams.\\nLighting the Gate of Gold with mystic beams.\\nThrough that gold gate, at sea behold, a star\\nFlashes its beacon from an islet far!\\nQuivering like some fair spectre of desire\\nSome spirit phantom robed in flashing fire.\\nAh, clearly through the Golden Gate of dreams\\nA star across the night of slumber streams\\nAnd when I waken I shall call it mine,\\nClasping it next my heart in close entwine.\\nNo beacon for a vessel drifting lone.\\nBy alien breezes o er the ocean blown.\\nShall be my star, but in the blue above\\nAn orb of light a world of joy and love.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado\\nON HEARING MUSIC IN THE WOODS\\nLying neath the greenwood tree\\nWhat a pageant I did see,\\nSunHght s play of golden green,\\nPurple shades that lurked between\\nMighty shafts with tops a-sway,\\nWhile each drooping fringed spray\\nTossed before the summer breeze,\\nMaking music sweet to please\\nSquirrel lithe or sporting bird\\nSuch a stir of leaves I heard,\\nSuch a sweep aeolean\\nThen the swelling pulse of man\\nThrobbed in rhythmic melodies\\nFrom the magic of the keys.\\nStrains of great Beethoven rang\\nWhile the birds above me sang.\\nAnd my spirit caught his fire.\\nThrilling through the woodland choir,\\nCaught the sorrow of his strain.\\nCaught the triumph over pain.\\nFaster swept the tones and faster\\nWith the passion of the master,\\nTill my quiet woodland bower\\nTrembled with his awful power,\\nShook as with the trump of fate\\nBlown by angels at the gate,\\nWhile the wind s low sigh had grown\\nTo a mighty spirit moan,\\nTo the murmur of the dead", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "On Hearing Music in the Woods 23\\nFloating from the blue o erhead,\\nWith celestial whisperings.\\nThere was pari of cloudy kings,\\nClash of arms and warring cries,\\nStrains of peace and maiden sighs.\\nThen the mighty music ended\\nBut my spirit still contended\\nTill the busy stir of life\\nDrew my fancy from the strife,\\nDrew me to the rippling green\\nRound my woodland bow r serene.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "24 Idyls of El Dorado\\nMAIDEN GOLDEN HAIR\\nSweet maiden Golden Hair\\nNever shone half so fair\\nSun in the morning mist,\\nGlowing mid amethyst,\\nAs thy sweet presence shines full upon me.\\nSongs of the birds that pass.\\nReed pipes of ocean grass,\\nPlashing of mountain rill,\\nRedwoods with joy athrill,\\nAll chant thy praise by the West s golden sea.\\nSweet maiden Golden Hair,\\nSince thy fond spirit rare\\nRose in my firmament,\\nStars through the darkness sprent\\nWaned in the azure beneath thy clear gaze.\\nShadows of clouds above\\nBrighten through perfect love.\\nDiscords of music blend,\\nEchoes no more contend,\\nShaped by thy presence to paeans of praise.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 25\\nALONE AT MONTEREY\\nThe sea throbs faintly at my feet,\\nAmid the rocks it swashes low,\\nIn pale green sweeps\\nAnd purple deeps\\nIt undulates with tireless beat.\\nIt pulses in unending flow.\\nAll green and brown the seaweed clings\\nTo pallid rocks, wave-worn and grim\\nThe mountains rise\\nTo misty skies,\\nThe wind amid the cypress sings,\\nAnd sea-birds wander dark and dim.\\nO might I on their pinions span\\nThe misty leagues twixt thee and me,\\nAbove the foam\\nMy love I d roam\\nWith tireless wings the air I d fan\\nUntil I rested safe with thee!", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "26 Idyls of El Dorado\\nA SONG\\nO well-a-day, well-a-day, summer is merry\\nAnd my love hath a mouth like a wild ripe berry,\\nWith her sun-burnt cheeks and her wind-tossed tresses,\\nThat flutter to welcome the breezes caresses.\\nwell-a-day, well-a-day, we went a-straying\\nWhere flowers were blooming and birdlings a-playing.\\n1 laughed with my love while the birdies sang nigh us\\nAnd the sweet- voiced stream went a-pattering by us.\\nO well-a-day, well-a-day, youth is soon over\\nFor time is a thief and the year is a rover!\\nSo fondly I kissed my love, laughing in glee,\\nAnd under the oak bough my dearie kissed me", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 27\\nAT KADIAK, ALASKA\\nRead on the Harrintan Expedition^ July 4, 1899.\\nIs this the wilderness these green -sward hills,\\nThese wastes of lupine, wind-flower and of rose,\\nThese slopes of heather by the mountain rills\\nO erhung by skies of gold through day s slow close,\\nWhere one long lotus dream obscures all human woes\\nHere sing the birds on height and in the glade\\nThe warblers flash afield like waifs of gold.\\nThe thrushes chant their vespers in the shade.\\nThe northern robin s pipe afar is rolled.\\nWhile in the Russian church the bells are clanged\\nand tolled.\\nWe rovers, tarrying here this festal day.\\nStill see the flag of home wave proud on high,\\nStill find a welcome on our seaward way,\\nFor where the flag waves, home and friends are nigh\\nThe eagle flaps his wings and makes exultant cry.\\nHis cry is liberty as heaven s high dome\\nHe scales on peerless wing, and we in kind\\nShout back our answer as we westward roam.\\nTrusting our voicing to the heedless wind\\nThat haunts the misty sea, a pilgrim lost and blind.\\nCall ye this liberty, where law s strong hand\\nIn nerveless palsy falters over wrong\\nSing ye of freedom in a lawless land", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "28 At Kadiak, Alaska\\nThe very winds shall mock your idle song\\nAnd in a wail each syllable of pain prolong.\\nWe who have failed to rule a wilderness\\nNow preach of liberty in tropic seas\\nForsooth our sway the Orient hordes shall bless\\nWhile politicians trim to every breeze,\\nO God, must our dear sons be slain, such men to\\nplease\\nO, teach us in this wilderness Thy ways,\\nAnd by the mountains let Thy law be sung\\nNo work of man endures which disobeys\\nThy bidding; every clod shall find a tongue,\\nAnd liberty by bells innumerous be rung.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 29\\nA SUMMER DAY\\nThe rain is over\\nAnd grass and clover\\nOn rolling hill\\nAre brown and yellow,\\nWhile fruit grows mellow\\nFor Hp and bill.\\nThe dust is flying;\\nWild flowers are dying\\nBeside the way.\\nFledglings are winging;\\nThe brook s sweet singing\\nIs stilled to-day.\\nThe buzzard is wheeling\\nWhere sea-mist stealing\\nEnfolds its wings;\\nThe night is falling\\nWhile thrush, loud calling,\\nHis matin sings.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "30 Idyls of El Dorado\\nSAN FRANCISCO FROM AFAR\\nThe jays laugh shrill, the flicker calls,\\nAnd hush the silken sweeping breeze\\nMid oak boughs rustling swells and falls\\nFar spreads the plain neath branched trees.\\nThe waning sun with silver glow\\nIs flashed upon the water wide.\\nAnd stately ships are drifting slow\\nAcross the sparkling reach of tide.\\nHow peaceful seems the scene outspread\\nBut O the city s line of blue.\\nWhat hopes and fears there nourished\\nAre panting neath my placid view", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado\\nJUNE IN THE WOODLAND\\nVireo on oak bough,\\nSwallow on the wing,\\nSun upon the glistening stream,\\nJoy in everything\\nStirrings in the trout pool,\\nWhir of wings above,\\nInsects humming in the trees,\\nDistant coo of dove\\nBlossoms on the buckeye,\\nPerfuming the breeze.\\nMurmurs of the rippling brook,\\nVoices from the trees\\nLove amid the tree-tops.\\nLove amid the vale.\\nBill to bill, as lip to lip,\\nTells the tender tale 1", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "32 Idyls of El Dorado\\nA SONG OF THE HILLS\\nO, twas over the hills, of gold and green\\nAnd under the bright blue sky\\nWe danced away\\nAt the break of day\\nTo sing where the poppies their cups did lean,\\nTo shout as a hawk swept proudly by.\\nO, twas hand in hand that we danced along\\nTo the shadowy, fern-paved dell.\\nWhere the trilium swayed\\nIn the cool, sweet glade.\\nSeeming to answer our happy song\\nWith its tender blessing, All s well, all s well!\\nWe loitered in passing beneath the trees\\nAnd joined in the wind s low prayer.\\nWe whispered our love\\nWhile the breezes above\\nMurmured to me, Louise, Louise,\\nAnd methought twas of all fair days most fair.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 33\\nTO THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA\\nHere, where the gentle hand of God, outspread\\nIn benediction, has bestowed such blue\\nAnd purple mist upon the bay, such view\\nOf ocean far through golden portals led,\\nOr, in the gloaming, such a royal red.\\nSweeping the tide and spreading high its hue\\nLike banners of Cathay flung wide, there grew\\nA consecrated pile to learning wed.\\nO may the stones here reared make mute appeal\\nWith their dumb eloquence for beauty s dower.\\nAnd may they be the center, whence shall steal\\nA presence through the land, a might, a power\\nShaping the West to ends more fair and strong.\\nFinding expression meet in toil and song.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "34 Idyls of El Dorado\\nJOY OF THE PASSING DAY\\nO for a lilt of the lark on the lea\\nAnd the oriole s caroling, joyous and free\\nSing cheerily, cheerily, lightsome and loud.\\nSummer is round us with never a cloud\\nO for a song of my love in the home.\\nAnd the laughter of children at play in the gloam\\nSweet sound my birdlings, their pinions half grown,\\nBut O should I waken to find they had flown", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 35\\nAUTUMN IN THE SIERRAS\\nThe gentle summer zephyrs yield their sway\\nTo blustering blasts that down the frigid stream\\nOf high Sierra glacier bear dismay\\nTo tender foliage when autumn s gleam\\nOf golden sun has lost its quick ning charm\\nAnd fails the frost king s legions to disarm,\\nAs on they bear their flags in bright array.\\nThe pine trees sway their tasseled boughs aloft\\nAs rude winds revel at their wanton will,\\nMaking wild music mid their tops, while oft\\nThe lone woodpecker calls in accents shrill\\nAnd asters tremble with foreboding fear.\\nThe streamlet sobs while all the leaflets dear\\nAre fluttering to the earth with wailings soft.\\nThe mice beside the runnels seek retreat.\\nThe prudent squirrel finds his winter nest,\\nThe swallows wing them south on pinions fleet,\\nThe flowers shrink upon their mother s breast.\\nNow sobs the cold bleak rain on leafless trees\\nAnd on the sedgy pools of mountain leas.\\nProclaiming weary autumn s swift defeat.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "36 Idyls of El Dorado\\nTHE NIGHT FOG\\nMisty wraiths of mindless ocean,\\nWreathed spectres shoreward stealing,\\nPhantoms in a still commotion\\nAimless onward rolling, reeling,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHaunting seas with silent winging,\\nI^ingering o er the land so dreary.\\nFreight of tears to flowers bringing,\\nEver winding, dull and weary!\\nFrom the hills I see thy masses\\nThrough the Golden Gate in-streaming.\\nLike a shrouded host that passes\\nMid the brain in restless dreaming.\\nCresting Tamalpais with hoary\\nPiles of fleece in splendor lightened\\nWhen the gloaming s wizard glory\\nAll their length with gold has brightened.\\nMid the canons gliding stilly.\\nThrough the oaks and laurels slipping\\nTill the verdure of the hilly\\nSlopes with cooling mist is dripping\\nThus all night the fog is sweeping\\nLike a caravan of sorrow.\\nGhostly and in silence weeping\\nO er the troubles of the morrow.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "The Night Fog\\n37\\nThus all night its host is winding\\nUp the hills and down the canons,\\nTill the morning sun i5 finding\\nIn the fields its day companions\\nBirds amid the yellow grasses\\nWhere the dewdrops bright are glimming,\\nSummer flow rs and singing lasses:\\nMorning s cup with joy is brimming", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "38 Idyls of El Dorado\\nTHE NORTH WIND\\nTis roar and shriek and whistle and moan\\nWhen the breath of the North blows over the land,\\nAnd the timbers creak and the big boughs groan\\nAnd wave as if shaken by Titan hand.\\nO er the fields of grain with its parching breath\\nIt blows till the green blades wither and die,\\nFor it blights the herbage with blast of death\\nAs its torrid frenzy goes shrieking by.\\nForth from the desert of burning sand,\\nEnvious of all that is green and fair,\\nThe north wind leaps with his fierce command\\nTo conquer the hosts of the realm of air.\\nThe wind king calls to his chariot host\\nAnd the horses are harnessed and lashed along\\nSouth through the valleys beside the Coast\\nSweeping and shouting their savage song.\\nThe clouds are scattered, the sky is clear,\\nAnd the great stars sparkle and flash all night\\nAs the winged steeds in their mad career\\nStorm through the azure with fatal flight.\\nO wind king, why do you ravage our fields\\nWith three days revel and three nights song?\\nBecause I am fate and the wide earth yields\\nAnd none may dispute me for none are so strong.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 39\\nTHE DROUTH\\nFrom Shasta south to El Cajon,\\nFrom Tahoe to the sea-girt shore,\\nNo cloud in answer to our moan\\nBears prophecy of rain once more.\\nThe north wind blows a bitter drouth,\\nThe west wind sweeps across the plain,\\nBut O the wind of east and south\\nComes not with cheering sign of rain.\\nThe herbage starts not on the hills,\\nThe cattle starve in pastures sear,\\nThe fruit trees wilt and babbling rills\\nLapse off in sand and disappear.\\nO clouds of hope, O welcome wind,\\nWe pray thee kiss our fainting flowers\\nTo this fair fruitful land be kind\\nAnd bless us with abundant showers", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "4\u00c2\u00a9 Idyls of El Dorado\\nTHE COMING OF THE RAIN\\nA mist o er the blue and a south wind blowing,\\nA moist mild air and the cattle lowing,\\nThe dull clouds gathering darker and nearer\\nThe rain ho, the rain could blessing be dearer\\nThe first drops fall upon heaven-turned faces;\\nThe spots dint the dust in the parched-up places;\\nThen the clouds yield their bounty in torrents abounding,\\nAnd the strain of the swift-streaming waters is sounding.\\nOn the roof is a patter, from eaves is a dripping.\\nAnd the flowers and the ferns the sweet nectar are\\nsipping,\\nAs the murmuring strain of the shower is swelling,\\nGood cheer to the sward in the swale sweetly telling.\\nThe grass wakens green as if startled from slumber;\\nNo more shall the dust-cloud the fair land encumber;\\nAnd the sparrow sings loud from his perch on the\\nbrier.\\nSweet-voicing the answer to each heart s desire.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 41\\nA VISION OF THE WEST\\nFar land, the margent of the mighty West,\\nFamed El Dorado, prophesied of yore,\\nA storied wilderness of wild unrest,\\nA teeming treasure-house by ocean s shore!\\nHow often, as a boy, I dreamed of thee\\nWith all thy matchless wonders, dim and fair,\\nThy gate that opens to the Orient sea.\\nThy gold, thy fruits, thy flowers, thy peerless air,\\nThy zoned snow-peaks gloriously piled.\\nThy yawning gulf, Yosemite, sublime.\\nCircled with domes and crags of splendor wild.\\nThy coned Titans of unmeasured time,\\nTowering imperial past all lofty trees\\nThese dreams were mine, but little did I know\\nHow soon in joy I d greet such scenes as these.\\nDestined amid their wilding grace to grow.\\nThe woods and waters had my teachers been,\\nTelling me tales of wonder and delight:\\nThe birds that sported mid leaf-lattice screen.\\nMay flow rs that starred the meads with colors bright.\\nOft had I seen the sun s bright shield of gold\\nSurge from the lake that laves Wisconsin s strand.\\nImaged across the water blue and cold,\\nWhereat joy trembled o er th awakening land.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "42 A Vision of the West\\nWhen winter s cutting gales swept fierce and free\\nDown th wide upland plains of piled snow,\\nI loved to wade across the windy lea\\nTo see the lake far-paved with icen floe,\\nOr edge along the frozen river s rim.\\nThe keen wind whistling thro the boughs o erhead,\\nWhere scritch-owl nestled on his riven limb\\nAnd rabbit bounded to a snowy bed.\\nWhat memories of lakes, leaf -fringed and green,\\nWhat summer revelries with birds and flowers\\nHaunt me with joy whene er I peer atween\\nThe mist of years that shrouds those happy hours\\nThe sail wide-flung to the exultant breeze,\\nThe camp, the paddle s dip, the sport, the song.\\nThe fire that glowed amidst the night-dark trees,\\nThe comradery of youth, the friendship strong!\\nAnd there was love to warm these sylvan days,\\nNew dawning with its wonder-working spell,\\nOp ning fair vistas down the darkling ways\\nWhere mystery and gentle beauty dwell.\\nThen were my eyes to poesy unsealed\\nAnd common things grew strange, in beauty dight;\\nSuch was the power a little child could wield\\nTo glorify youth s darkness with her light.\\nBut there were many leagues of plain and height\\nAnd many years of heavy pain for me\\nWestward the way until upon my sight\\nBroke the wide reaches of the western sea!", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "A Vision of the West 43\\nAh, California, vestured wild and fair,\\nWhen I became a foster-child of thine,\\nBreathing the balm of thy pellucid air,\\nBeholding night-starred heaven s bright pageant shine,\\nClimbing thy dizzy heights to see the world\\nEmpurpled far below in misty sweep.\\nAnd watching waves of ocean grandly hurled\\nIn crests of triumph from the tossing deep,\\nI knew that thou should st be my rightful nurse,\\nAnd longed to grow into thy ample grace.\\nWould that I might prove worthy to rehearse\\nIn loving song the beauty of thy face\\nIn solitude of loveless days I dwelt,\\nFretted by hours that brought no balm of rest;\\nBefore the altar Truth alone I knelt,\\nAn eremite of science, sore oppressed.\\nFor in my heart waged conflict day by day;\\nBefore me loomed the crystal heights of song;\\nI learned that facts, construe them how we may,\\nDeign not to reckon beauty, right, or wrong.\\nThe steeled knife may probe the heart of man,\\nBut love alone can penetrate his soul\\nThen I bethought me how, since time began,\\nTis love that shapes the world with sweet control.\\nAmid thy mountains did the vision grow,\\nI saw it written clear on pine and oak,\\nTwas voiced loud on windy peaks of snow,\\nAnd on the sea s bare breast its anthem woke.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "44 Visiofi of the West\\nThen grew the vision to incarnate guise\\nThe shadow form in living truth was dight:\\nI looked in rapture on thy steadfast eyes,\\nMy love, and saw therein the dawning light!\\nCould we but live the life of love we dream.\\nCould we but toil to make it firm and true,\\nCould we but live with such ideal supreme,\\nSome little part of love s high task to do\\nThus have we striv n to gain pure beauty s fire.\\nToiled on, tho clouds hung heavy round our way\\nAnd little lips have lisped our dear desire,\\nTeaching us how, in loving deeds, to pray.\\nThou art a daughter of the untrammeled West,\\nDear wife, endowed with largess of its grace.\\nBut with a calmness in thy tender breast\\nBespeaking culture of a gentler race.\\nIn thee my vision finds fulfilment meet,\\nIn thy large eyes and crown of golden hair.\\nIn thy mild ways, thy accents fine and sweet.\\nIn thy dear presence, beautiful and fair.\\nThe sun that swings atop the hills of morn,\\nThe crescent dipping toward the sea at night,\\nThe chanting forests stirred by winds new-born,\\nHigh peals of music in melodious flight\\nAye, all fair things that be, when thou art near.\\nPartake of thy loved graciousness serene,\\nAnd in my sight the woes of life appear\\nRobbed by thy smile of all their heavy teen.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "A Vision of the West 45\\nEnough, my love, of gentle things and mild\\nThere is in this rude land stern work to do,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHarsh, warring creeds that must be reconciled.\\nFalse idols to be felled, and paths to hew\\nUp heights of learning summits bright of song\\nMen need we, where so many ape the few,\\nTo sift the gold of right from sands of wrong.\\nTo weigh the false in balance with the true\\nO for the clear courageous voice to tell\\nThose truths which men would fain see put aside\\nO for a Circe cup wherewith to spell\\nBack to their own true guise the beasts of pride\\nWhite ships depart from our hill-circled bay,\\nForth faring o er the waste of pathless sea;\\nDoes love propel them on their weary way,\\nAnd do they go to make the world more free?\\nAh sophists, for a moment face the fact\\nThat freedom must be practiced to be learned\\nNot as they must but as they will men act\\nWhen tyranny and serfdom have been spumed.\\nThe vision I have dreamed through years of pain\\nI cannot barter now for lands and power;\\nIf love be truth then empire lust is vain.\\nForedoomed to crumble with the passing hour.\\nBut there are men in this proud West who hold\\nNo servile check to utt ranee clear and high.\\nLet them be strong, O God, and true, and bold\\nFor human rights afar to stoutly cr", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "46 A Vision of the West\\nPerchance it little counts for thee and me\\nWhat fate befalls ten million alien men\\nThe spawn of tropic isles across the sea,\\nThat dwelt two years agone beyond our ken,\\nBut if we play th oppressor we must pay\\nThe tyrant s fee to time. Beware the cost!\\nHas not man-traffic brought enough dismay?\\nWith what is ganied, O count what will be lost!\\nLost, our prized birthright love for all things free\\nLost, pity for the lowly and oppressed\\nLost, love what other loss more sad could be,\\nA land with love evanished from its breast\\nBut let us not give o er to boding fears,\\nThe right must triumph and the true prevail\\nTho justice cost a nation blood and tears\\nThe love at heart of us shall never fail.\\nThere is an earnest in this westward slope\\nOf high achievements, glorious enterprise,\\nA mighty stirring of expectant hope:\\nStill on beyond the El Dorado lies\\nBeauty shall here hold court upon the heights\\nAnd men shall fashion temples for her shrine,\\nWith chantings high of praise and starward flights\\nOf silver chords and organ s throb divine.\\nThe sculptor here shall hew the formless stone\\nTo shapes of beauty dreamed on cloud-throned crest\\nThe painter shall reveal what he alone\\nSaw as he brooded on th earth-mother s breast.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "A Vision of the West 47\\nThe Orient, looming through its mist of time,\\nShall yield its garner d treasury of thought\\nTo stamp its charact ry of stablished prime\\nOn this young West with wealth of promise fraught.\\nI thank thee. Fate, that thou hast rolled my star\\nTo this horizon rife with latent might.\\nThat I may share the glories reaching far\\nFrom peaks of snow to sunset s seaward light,\\nThat I may do my part, though slight it be.\\nTo shape the chaos into beauty s mold.\\nIn nature s sight, which holds us all in fee.\\nTo toil for truth s transcendent sands of gold.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "48 Idyls of El Dorado\\nA VOICE ON THE WIND\\nAnd out of the West came a voice on the wind\\nO seek for the truth and behold, ye shall find\\nO strive for the right and behold, ye shall do\\nAll things that the Master commandeth of you.\\nFor love is the truth ye have sought for so long.\\nAnd love is the right that ye strove for through wrong\\nLove love spheres our lives with a halo of fire,\\nBut God, how tis dimmed by each selfish desire!", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 49\\nAN IDYL OF THE PINES\\nIn solitude where all is wild and fair,\\nTrue love grows strong and deep beyond compare\\nFor here the Master of the high serene\\nBroods with joy-spirit o er the leafy green,\\nAnd bends to beauty every leaf and flower\\nThat smiles in token of his loving power.\\nHere wandered you and I, my love, alone,\\nHarkening to swaying pine bough s wintry moan.\\nFrom oaks the leaves of gold were blown,\\nAnd sweet as children s songs the tone\\nOf silver rills\\nAmid the hills.\\nThe summer birds had flown\\nBut you and I, my love, fled not away,\\nThe mountains and the pines breathed, Stay, O stay!\\nStay where the squirrel frisks in autumn glee,\\nWhere deer, lithe-limbed, in woodsy haunts are free.\\nWhere freshening showers fall to start the green.\\nWhere beauty fondly reigns in far demense.\\nWe heard the voice of peak and pine,\\nWe saw glad autumn s gold sunshine;\\nWe staid to tell, in close entwine.\\nThe secrets God and lovers only know,\\nBy wind in pines reverberated low.\\nWhat songs of gladness thronged October s breeze,\\nStealing at ween the trellis green of trees.\\nMingling in one vast symphony of praise", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "50 An Idyl of the Puies\\nFor Him whose largess wrought these golden days!\\nThe mountain quail loud voiced his whistling note,\\nThe little sparrow shook his streaked throat,\\nThe lengthened cadence of the flicker s call\\nFell, joyous, down the mighty forest hall,\\nWhile on the ground the crisp leaves lightly stirred\\nNeath rabbit s bound or dainty trip of bird.\\nAnd, dost remember love, the wavering lines\\nOf forest-serried ridges, dark and still,\\nThe mountain slopes, deep furrowed, robed in pines,\\nThe yellow-barked madrono by the rill?\\nThe poison-oak glowed all aflame\\nWith crimson leaves the day we came\\nThe wild grapes trailed their lace of gold,\\nAnd black oaks in their arms did hold\\nThe glory of the autumn high\\nToward clouds of white that, gainst the sky,\\nIn fleecy masses floated by.\\nWhy was the sky so deep and blue.\\nAnd why the day so fair?\\nWas earth not decked, my love, for you?\\nThe mountains little care\\nWhether we glory in their might\\nOr sleep beneath their sod,\\nBut beauty is our own birthright\\nOur heritage from God.\\nThe plump grapes hung in clusters on the vine\\nBeside our cottage door, the bright sunshine\\nPurpling the branches as it streamed between\\nThe lattice where they grew, a royal screen", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "An Idyl of the Pines 51\\nThat scarce obscured the lovely world without,\\nDecked for the pageant of the autumn s rout.\\nThen, on a day,\\nThe blustering wind twitched ofif the mantle gay\\nStripping the spent leaves from their boughs,\\nBreathing innumerable tearful vows\\nOf winter, cold and gray.\\nThe sapling oaks stood *gainst a leaden sky.\\nTheir taper branchlets stiffly turned on high.\\nPurple and shivering in the frosty air,\\nWhile gnarled patriarchs with hoar trunks stood bare,\\nTheir black limbs writhed and lifted in despair\\nLike olden druids in beseeching pose\\nTelling of earth s immeasurable woes.\\nThe rain fell, following fast upon the wind,\\nSwelling the streams that answered loud its voice.\\nWith ceaseless muffled roar all night the blind\\nWild surge of foaming water sang, Rejoice!\\nThe salmon hied them from the ocean s deep,\\nBattling against the torrent s seaward leap\\nTo spawn amid the mountain pools in peace\\nAnd, ere the sun had marked the rain s surcease,\\nThe birds came flocking from the mountain crest,\\nThe blithe plump robin with its earth-red breast,\\nThe kinglet green, bedecked in crimson crown,\\nThe winter wren, a merry monk in brown.\\nThe snowbird gay, the sportive chickadee,\\nAll joined the festive winter revelry.\\nFlitting from tree to tree\\nAnd shaking off the beaded ciystals bright\\nLike diamonds on the needles of the pine", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "52 An Idyl of the Pines\\nLeft by the rain and burnished by the bright\\nClear joyance of the sun s quick flash divine.\\nDark loom the mountains through the cloud,\\nTheir peaks still cumbered with the shroud\\nOf sullen mist about them spread\\nThe drifted snow through canons down is led\\nIn scraggling hoary beards on pine-clad breasts.\\nWhat witchery the mountain s shrine invests\\nWhen the great bulwarks of the sky are rent\\nBy golden shafts of sun in triumph hurled,\\nAnd tokens of the heaven s all-reaching tent\\nShow, still immutable, above the world\\nO was it not a joy, my love, to be\\nThus face to face with earth s divinity\\nTo see the splendor growing hour by hour.\\nTo watch the changes by mysterious power\\nWrought in the rolling clouds and mighty hills.\\nFlashing down valleys with such quickening thrills\\nOf light and mist, bewildering in their stream.\\nAs would the very rocks from death redeem,\\nMossing them deep in lush green fronds with fair\\nFine filaments of fern the maiden-hair.\\nThe gold-back and the brake\\nOut of the stone they wake\\nAt the bidding of the rain, rain, rain;\\nAll the bounty of their beauty spread in vain.\\nSave for you and me to love them.\\nSave that God within them and above them\\nEven slighter things than these to love would deign.\\nAnd O, beloved, dost thou not recall\\nThe solemn splendor of the night s slow fall", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "An Idyl of the Pines 53\\nThe fairy pinnacles of pines afar\\nIn jetty spires upon the darkling hill,\\nThe waxing brilliance of the even star,\\nThe saffron west with crimson clouds athrill\\nThe sedgy pools that mid the shadows shone.\\nHaunted by blackbirds in melodious throng,\\nClamoring and calling, while we two, alone.\\nListed to them and heard the night wind s song\\nCome swelling, solemn, through the pine woods vast?\\nThe night was silent when the choir swept past.\\nThen, in the gloam, we sought the meadow s marge.\\nThe dark trees looming round us dim and large.\\nAnd, as we peered amidst their umbery shade.\\nWe saw proud antlered deer walk down the glade,\\nReady at sign of menace swift to leap\\nFar into cover of the forest deep.\\nThe little owl his flute-notes trembled low.\\nThe stars shone dimly through the west s pale glow;\\nWe walked as in a trance and looked above\\nAt heaven s o erarching sphere of boundless love.\\nAgain the change, again the rain.\\nThe drip of eaves, the sleet on pane,\\nThe sweep of winds that wail and blow.\\nThe rattling hail, the soundless snow,\\nThe air one riot of wild, whirling flakes!\\nThe crested jay his feathers vainly shakes,\\nAs mid the pines he lurks, disconsolate.\\nCrouching to scape the storm that blusters round;\\nThe squirrels, snug in hollows, drowse and wait\\nThe still earth echoes to no living sound.\\nOut of the leaden, close-investing clouds\\nThe white flakes tumble in tumultuous crowds.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "54 A7i Idyl of the Pines\\nUntil the earth, in ermine muffled deep,\\nSettles, content, into a soundless sleep.\\nIt seems but yestereve, dear love, when all\\nThe earth lay tranced *neath silent, snow-spread pall,\\nWhile you and I, close-bosomed, heart to heart,\\nLooked on the waste, in solitude apart\\nFrom turmoil and the vexing toil of life.\\nFor one brief span were lonely fancies rife,\\nTill, from the hearts of mighty poets dead.\\nWe peopled the wide solitude with shades\\nAnd spirits fair whose shining pathway led\\nWith hymeneal paeans to the glades\\nOf Tempe or the dread Olympian heights.\\nOr to the heavens whence chaunts of angels fell.\\nWhile starry torches beamed their twinkling lights\\nAnd wrought on mortals their mysterious spell.\\nSing with me, love, in the fire light,\\nSing with me, love, and be gay\\nStorms blow around us,\\nPine trees are sighing.\\nWhite flakes are flying.\\nWinter has found us\\nBut can we not sing of the May,\\nMy love, as we sit in the fire light?\\nThe morning dawned with wonder-work to show\\nThe hills and forests wide bespread with snow\\nA wilderness of white o erhung with gray\\nAnd rifts of blue above the mountain s brow\\nThe tranquil hush slow ushered in a day\\nMade sacred by the winter s snow-sealed vow.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "An Idyl of the Pines 55\\nThe oak s black tracery showed blacker still\\nAgainst the white that margined twig and spray.\\nThe dark firs loomed anear the ice-bridged rill\\nWith snow enwreathed in glorious array;\\nThe long pine needles, pressed beneath the weight\\nOf piled snow, were pointing toward the ground.\\nA lone woodpecker shrilled to absent mate,\\nA rabbit scaped the open, bound on bound.\\nIt was a spectacle of beauty rare.\\nThis miracle of snow so fair.\\nPiled over mountain, vale and tree.\\nFor nothing in the wide, wide world\\nMore stainless or more pure could be.\\nMethought it did but image thee.\\nMy love, so full of maiden mystery.\\nSo calm, so fair, so free\\nBleak winter s day is spent; with thrill of life\\nThe spring is near!\\nWith flowers dear\\nThe woodland wastes give praise, and there is rife\\nA spirit of keen rapture, a wild bliss,\\nA nameless something which we cannot miss\\nAnd still grow spirit-wise, a soul aglow\\nWith the fine gold of buttercup, a sudden flow\\nOf heart-blood to the temples for behold\\nThe nodding pepper-grass unfolds its petals white,\\nSo daintily upreaching from the mold.\\nAnd in the woods there is a royal sight\\nWhere shooting stars, in purple dight,\\nWith black beaks, yellow-rimmed, are swayed\\nBy each soft breeze that haunts the glade.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "56 An Idyl of the Pines\\nAll spirits, life-endued, now greet the sun;\\nThe Ethiop spiders in the roadway run.\\nThe spermophiles beside their burrows call,\\nAnd, silent, wavering in its rise and fall,\\nA veined Vanessa flutters through the dell,\\nTrembles in fragile beauty on a bell,\\nAnd, honey-surfeited, light fiits away.\\nBird strains uprise to glad the balmy day,\\nThe praiseful choir ascending pure and high.\\nThe wine of life has fallen from the sky\\nTo quicken every clod so cold and dumb\\nMethought the resurrection day had come,\\nFor joyous spirits rose on every side\\nAnd smiled at you, my own beloved bride.\\nThen, at full tide of happy spring, it fell\\nThat we should leave these tender spirits known\\nAnd loved so keenly leave the ferny dell.\\nThe hymning forest, the cool, joyous tone\\nOf brook-plash leave the flowers and birds, the sense\\nOf nearness to the power that carved the hills,\\nThe wild awakening of spring, intense\\nIn rush of joy across the land that thrills\\nEach teeming clod upon the fruitful earth.\\nYea, in our hearts felt we a second birth,\\nAn advent of unwonted spirit power\\nTo be close cherished from that vernal hour.\\nWe left the pines and years have swept us on\\nSome measure of our way, but there has gone\\nAye with us an ineffable serene\\nContent that cometh from the mountains green,\\nA nearer vision, and a clearer light\\nThat quenchless beams amid the darkest night.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "WOODLAND TALES HESPERIAN\\nWHEREIN ARE NARRATED NATURE MYTHS\\nOF CALIFORNIA", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 59\\nINDUCTION\\nWhen Greekish groves by Nereids were trod\\nAnd seas were populous with Tritons fair,\\nWhen through high heav n the splendid god of light\\nUrged his flame chariot from dawn to dark,\\nAnd from Olympus thunder d Zeus the law.\\nIn haunts remote another race divine\\nFor beauty strove amid green lawns and bow rs,\\nMaking the mountains vocal with their songs.\\nHere dreamed the fair Hesperides, I ween,\\nIn gardens of the west all girt about\\nWith solemn sea and waste of pathless sand\\nEnchanted vales, unfooted save by gods,\\nReport whereof scarce touched sage Homer s ear.\\nSo shrouded in seclusion were their halls,\\nSo distant from Troy s battlements their heights.\\nProud mountains towered about the blissful plains,\\nTheir pinnacles high thrust amid the blue.\\nAnd California was yclept this fair\\nGod-haunted region by the foaming sea.\\nHad I the magic of forgotten song\\nTwould be a joy to conjure into thought\\nFull blown, the wonder of that peerless time,\\nTo make old gods live brightly on my page,\\nWarring and wooing as in olden day,\\nBeauteous and brave and full of mighty strife\\nBut, like a minstrel wandered farfrom home\\nWho sees men knit their brows against his song,\\nI falter, fearing lest my tale shall fall\\nOn alien ears and skeptic brains to-day.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "6o\\nInduction\\nHowbeit, some fragments must I strive to sing\\nOf that forgotten life, that golden time\\nBeyond the ken of mortals, vanished quite,\\nLike brooding dream which mem ry dim recalls.\\nFor scarce a name is left to haunt the heights\\nWhereon they strove so zealously for grace,\\nAnd scarce a flow ret lifts its modest head\\nThose lovers beauty to immortalize;\\nBut Shasta lives, a glorious, crowned cone,\\nAnd still Sequoias tow r in woodland glades;\\nThe goddess fair, Godetia, smiles, a fiow r,\\nAnd Colias, golden-winged, about her flits.\\nEven as in that blest age he longed to be\\nCircling about her modest loveliness.\\nOf these and kindred shall I forth recount\\nSuch high emprise as misty legends tell.\\nEchoing their travails in my wild wood tales.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 6i\\nHOW SHASTA WON THE FIRE\\nBeing a myth of the lava-flows of early times\\nA gnomish race toiled deep in earth recess,\\nA host misshaped and black, of wild demean,\\nIn stony caverns fettered and debased,\\nThe slaves of Mica, lord of nether world.\\nFor him they delved and strove with forged bars,\\nThey made fair crystals bloom in tombs of death,\\nConjuring strange beauty of amorphous stone,\\nThe vermile cinnabar, the turquoise blue,\\nThe tinted quartz with ruddy gold entwined.\\nWith fire they wrought their subtle alchemy\\nWhereby earth chambers were so wond rous deck d,\\nAnd mid their haunts below they pent their -flame,\\nLest they be reft of this their talisman.\\nIt happed that Mica strove with lords of day\\nIn deadly feud, and wrought them havoc sore,\\nWhelming their plains with cinders blown abroad\\nOr spreading molten rock on their demesne.\\nShaking the earth with mad convulsive throes.\\nAnd opening pits hell-deep, that fearful yawned.\\nThe gods of day by no device could smite\\nFell Mica with his flame-entrenched throng\\nAnd knew not how a host so armed to quell.\\nIn solemn state convened they sought device\\nWhereby to stay great Mica s mailed hand\\nAnd save from ravage all their royal vales.\\nIn that bright group stood Calochortus fair,\\nPrince of celestial powers in Hesperus,", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "62 How Shasta Woji the Fire\\nClad all in golden vesture purple pied,\\nAnd haughty Aster in his raiment bright,\\nAnd fair Sturnellus with his silver flute.\\nThe sad Lycentra statue-like was poised\\nIn folded marble robe, as if she knew\\nWhat fate was darkly brooding for her woe,\\nAnd eke Vanessa swayed on trembling wing,\\nA fairy goddess of the woodsy flow rs.\\nThey met in that mad vale Yosemite,\\nHigh-domed about with purple peaks of snow,\\nWith crags where thunder-clouds austerely rest.\\nWith falls far leaping in a trembling mist\\nFrom skyward peaks, all wreathed in rainbow spans.\\nWith vernal slopes upreaching toward the blue,\\nAnd swardy floor with patens bright of flow rs.\\nThere sage Atharpos, councillor of gods.\\nUplifted thus his voice to heedful ears:\\nMistake not thy vain prowess, peers, I pray!\\nIn vain we cope with foe in armor dight\\nOf fire, whose lance is flame, whose voice is death.\\nTis not misprision of high duty, no.\\nNor frailty nor fear that thwarts our might.\\nBut only fire, and this alone our bane.\\nCould some one penetrate his sombrous port\\nFrom thence to bear a brand of quickening flame.\\nWell might we hope for vantage in the strife.\\nHe ceased, and loud approval stirred the host\\nWhile many a god would fain be first to seek\\nIn deadly hazard the forbidden fire.\\nTo Shasta fell the high-renowned trust\\nOf delving lone to Mica s molten halls\\nAnd well the peril did become his zeal.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "How Shasta Won the Fire 63\\nHe was a god serene of countenance,\\nOf lofty stature and majestic mien.\\nMantled in white he stood, with rim of gold\\nTracing fair flowers about his gracious form.\\nForth strode he to the north where grew a peak\\nAloft toward cloudland, swelling from the plain,\\nIts crest all hoar with century-garnered snow.\\nWhence issued ominous jets of sulph rous smoke.\\nAnd fearful flames in lurid tongues flashed out\\nFrom Mica s dark dominions deep within.\\nHe, nothing loth, swept up from height to height,\\nPast meadows of fair flowers, through gloomed wood,\\nO er waste of rock, up height on height of snow.\\nTill, from the crowning pinnacle he viewed\\nThe fair earth swooning dizzily below,\\nWith purple mist-hung valleys wide and wild,\\nWith serried ridges mid the clouds afloat,\\nPeaks half revealed and pinnacles of fire\\nWhere flashed the sun on sparkling wastes of snow.\\nAt foot of him gaped wide the dark abyss\\nDown into Mica s halls, whence belched sounds\\nOf conflict and of toil, the hiss of steam,\\nThe stithy s mighty roar, and voices weird\\nIn babel of unearthly broil below.\\nHe paused at that dark threshold, then, unfeared\\nDown plunged in the gaping gulf of flame\\nTo meet what fate might wait him at hell s throne.\\nAs deep he spun down darksome pit of death\\nThe air pulsed fast with thunder-throbs and gleams\\nOf fearful light came flashing on his brain;\\nFierce smote they him and fiercer, till he swooned,\\nSo wild the tumult round about him grew.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "64 How Shasta Won the Fire\\nThen, roused, he heard a gradual, far-off stir\\nSuch as the tremulous wind in hush of night\\nMid forest branches makes, or waves that moan\\nWith many- voiced lips on pebbled strand.\\nIt was the murmur of the minion host\\nPaying their orisons at Mica s throne.\\nUpstarting he beheld a pageant weird\\nOf flame-wrought pillars marshaled without end\\nDown fearful lanes of fire where in and out\\nMoved Mica s serfs to do his awful will.\\nNaked they were, grim ^thiops, tricked in chains\\nOf massy gold about their lusty waists.\\nAnd jewels glistered bright around their necks\\nOr gleamed on pendants wrought with cunning skill.\\nAs swift they glided through the glowing aisles\\nThey chanted incoherent strains of praise.\\nMumbling in muffled tones their mad acclaim.\\nAt head of all, throned Mica swayed the court,\\nCircled with such candescent burst of light\\nAs dimmed all lesser flame and at his nod\\nWound in and out the slaves in tide of toil.\\nTwo basilisks crouched, horrid, at his feet,\\nTheir tails a-quiver and their eyes a-fire,\\nReady to dartle death at sign or word.\\nSuch spectacle of awe met Shasta s sight\\nAs stately moved he on to Mica s throne.\\nWhen the stern king of fire beheld his foe\\nAdvance thus singly down the halls of death\\nWith countenance serene and footing sure\\nHe eyed him in amaze, then, fearful, spake:\\nProud prince of summer sun and woodland flowers,\\nImpotent lord of light in realms of air,", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "How Shasta Won the Fire 65\\nWhat mad emprise has bent thy steps to me,\\nWhat insolence is this, to penetrate\\nThese halls of flame unbidden to my throne?\\nThen Shasta spake, with mien majestical\\nAnd accents calm: I come to thy wild court\\nTo challenge thee, renowned prince of flame.\\nThou knowest tis not thy sturdy heart and hand\\nThat renders thee invincible in strife\\nFor in these chambers mewed thou hidest low\\nTo marshal thy tumultuous host of fire,\\nWhich in fierce rabble whelms our fields in woe\\nAnd ravages our vales. Then dark the brow\\nOf Mica grew and fierce his basilisks\\nHeaved their scaled sides and shook their warning\\ntails,\\nWhilest minions pressed about th aroused throne.\\nHave care, O Shasta, how thou speakest here.\\nWe brook no flouting speech in halls of hell.\\nWe ask but justice, mighty king of death,\\nAnd as thou art a god thou can st not spurn\\nOur plea. We crave a brand of living fire\\nThat we may fight thee in more equal strife;\\nThen shalt thou be accounted worthy foe.\\nVain suppliant, answered Mica, wrath and scorn\\nContending in his subtle countenance,\\nThou shalt have flame enough, we promise thee.\\nTo thy compeers ascend with gift from us\\nOf swinging censer of unquenched fire.\\nAnd use it as thou mayest for weal or woe.\\nSo saying he clapt his hands with such uproar\\nAs thunder-peal across a boisterous sea.\\nThe pillared hall grew dim, and all the scene", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "66 How Shasta Won the Fire\\nShuddered to nothingness in Shasta s sight.\\nAgain he stood upon the heights of snow\\nWith earth far flung in darkness at his feet\\nAnd overhead the mighty shield of night\\nStudded with myriad stars that splendid shone.\\nWithin his hand he held a censer rare\\nEn wrought of gold and bossed with ornaments,\\nWhence glimmed bright coals of fire that smoked and\\nflamed\\nAlternate with the wind that breathed and died.\\nEureka! sang the god, as down he sped\\nO er dizzy crags and fissures deeply cleft\\nTwixt him and meadows slumbering at his feet.\\nSuch speed he made that ere dawn flushed the sky\\nHe had retraced the weary leagues of way\\nWhich intervened ere he might make proclaim\\nTo his leagued host of how his quest had fared\\nAt court of that remorseless king of fire.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 6^\\nCOLIAS AND GODETIA\\nBeing a myth of a golden butterfly and a summer flower\\nA thrill of triumph stirred the vales of fear,\\nWhen fires were flashed from peak to answ ring peak,\\nCharged with high hopes of victory in strife\\nWith mid-earth despot. Round each blazing pyre\\nA chanting multitude of gods convened\\nLike worshippers of flame about their shrine.\\nWhile these enthused bands were fondly spelled\\nIn rapture round their fiery altars bright.\\nTheir new-found fetish wrought them havoc sore\\nFor when most brightly lapped the tongues of flame\\nYoung Colias, Shasta s own beloved seed.\\nExulting, leaped upon the cruel flame\\nEre hand could stay his frenzy. Forth he rolled\\nA ruin of his lovely childish grace.\\nDeformed and scarred into a monstrous guise.\\nIn vain was grief, in vain fond loving words\\nHe lived, but with the, semblance of a brute.\\nAnd one most fair sumed aspect most debased.\\nNo heart had the immortals then to range\\nTheir leaguers for the fight with such a fell\\nAnd fiendish implement as this of fire.\\nSo none gainsaid King Mica s vandal might\\nOr dared to trespass more on Tophet s deep.\\nYoung Colias grew to godhood, scarred and shunned,\\nFor the immortals feared unloveliness\\nE en as the flowers that shrink from frosty air.\\nStill did the fire him hold in utter thrall\\nUntil in turn he ruled where late he slaved.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "68 Colias and Godetia\\nHe washed the sands for gold and with his flame\\nFashioned the grains to shapes of curved grace;\\nHot metal did he beat to beauty rare,\\nTracing the forms of flow rs on chalice bright\\nOr bossing plates with leafy ornament.\\nSuch, then, his task, and with his toil he grew\\nGentle and loving in his loneliness,\\nGracious to all that lived and craved his care.\\nThe lame coyote, fearless, round him limped,\\nThe slender doe led up her dappled fawn\\nFor his caress, the mother thrush, her young.\\nFrail flowers he tended when the wanton tread\\nOf some wood-rover had their beauty spoiled.\\nBut higher yearned his heart than beast or flow r;\\nThus sundered from his kind he needs must feel\\nLove-stifled and forlorn. Could he but know\\nThe rapture of an answered sympathy.\\nThe thrill of god-communion, heart to heart\\nBut when he reached his hand, beseeching, forth\\nTo some fair nymph amidst the leafy grove\\nShe shrank away as in a deadly fear\\nAnd left him lingering there, despised and lorn.\\nIt seemed of all the world that he alone\\nWas loveless, he who knew so well how dear\\nA boon was love to tender soul of youth.\\nAmid a fertile vale anear the sea\\nThere did abide a nymph, surpassing fair.\\nWho tenderly o erwatched the woodland flow rs.\\nMoisting the earth about their dainty stems\\nAnd op ning tardy petals for the bee.\\nOr spreading leafy tents against the sun\\nWhen with too fierce a heat he smote the groves.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "Colias mid Godetia 69\\nShe was a paragon of beauty bright,\\nGold -tressed and rosy tinted, with an eye\\nMade blue by looking fixedly at heav n.\\nAnd with a slender grace beyond compare.\\nFull many a suitor had besought her love\\nAnd many a proud heart had she humbled sore,\\nFor vainly had they pled, though bright their name\\nAnd lofty their degree. It chanced that one\\nAdorer proffered her in pledge of love\\nA golden cup by Colias richly wrought,\\nPatterned with tender tracery of flowers\\nWhereat she cried, Could I but see the god\\nWho fashioned such rare lovliness, meseems\\nTo him I d give what others seek in vain.\\nThen proud her suitor laughed a scornful laugh,\\nDespised of all the heavenly host he dwells,\\nCried he, a god deformed, abhorred and s purned.\\nHath he done aught in malice or in shame?\\nThen quired Godetia fair. Tis not his deeds\\nThat shame the god, fair nymph, he uttered sooth,\\nFor he is gentle past all reckoning,\\nBut verily misfortune so hath chanced\\nThat in his visage strange beyond belief\\nIs he misfeatured.\\nWould that I might know,\\nShe made return, a being so deformed\\nBut with an inner beauty so complete!\\nThen Aster, her proud suitor, thought to bend\\nTo his preferment her capricious whim\\nAnd vowed he d bring sad Colias to her bow r,\\nThat she might gaze upon his ruined face\\nWith this resolve forthwith to execute", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "JO Colzas and Godetia\\nHe fleeted down the vale far past her ken.\\nWhen on the morrow with his consort strange\\nCame Aster to Godetia, she was deep\\nIn toil amidst her blooms and saw them not\\nUntil they stood expectant at her side\\nProud Aster with the shy, ill-formed one,\\nUnhappy Colias, to receive her scorn.\\nAll flushed with lightsome toil she rose, a bright\\nEnthralling child in an enchanted grove,\\nA rosy goddess, radiant as the spring.\\nShe welcomed them with words of soft acclaim\\nAnd smiled on that seared face of passion, turned\\nIn piteous appeal to her clear eye.\\nThen all the pent love of past hopeless years\\nSurged madly through the heart of Colias,\\nAnd with due adoration kneeling low\\nHe paid fond rev rence to Godetia s grace.\\nBut Aster looked disdainful on the twain\\nFor he had summoned Colias there to meet\\nAverted eyes and scant civility,\\nTrusting to thus augment his own high grace\\nIn sight of her he coveted for bride.\\nWith brief adieu he rustled down the vale\\nRenouncing one who so complacently\\nHer favors spent on all who sought her bow r.\\nWhen he had ta en his way the nymph gan speak\\nTo Colias of his craft and graciously\\nDid she extol the wonder of his skill.\\nThe art wherewith he twined her dearest flowers\\nIn ornament on stubborn metal wrought.\\nThey talked of beauteous things for many an hour,\\nAnd when, reluctant, he departed slow,", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Colias and Godetia 71\\nTwas with assurance of renewed delight.\\nThenceforth he oft in secret sought her dell,\\nTrusting no more the garish light of day,\\nBut stealing, tiptoe down the lanes of eve\\nTo whisper secrets neath the tranced stars.\\nEmboldened then, he, trembling, did aver\\nThat could he taste one rapturous kiss of love\\nHe should be straight transfigured from his guise\\nOf brute deformity to godly mien.\\nShe forthwith wound her arms about his neck\\nLike some fond seraph who would glorify\\nAll things corruptible to godliness.\\nAnd left imprint of love on his wan lips.\\nThus postured she did feel him swoon away,\\nA shadow or a dream that haunts the night,\\nA phantasy, a wraith receding dim\\nTo nothingness upon the silent air.\\nColias! she called, but heard no answ ring voice\\nSave that the hills beat back her silver cr\\nThen all night long she fled from height to height,\\nVoicing her frenzy till the gods gave ear\\nAnd pitied her but could not cure her bane.\\nFear haunted, on she sped and ever cried\\nFor Colias, but in vain. The starry night\\nHad snatched him to its void, the azure deep\\nHad buried him in its unfathomed realm.\\nOne eve, as from a peak she sadly viewed\\nThe sun down rolling toward th ensanguined sea,\\nA figure all of gold came winging bright\\nOut of the empyrean, swift and true,\\nShaping its course for her high pinnacle.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "72\\nColias and Godetia\\nDown sloped the splendid form on pens of gold,\\nChecking his flight as near her post he came,\\nA cherub clothed in glorious majesty.\\nAt side of her he stood with flashing eye\\nAnd proud arched lip that quivered as he said\\nThou knowest me not, Godetia! when a cry\\nBurst from her throat: My Colias, thou hast come!\\nThen tenderly upgathered he his love\\nAnd spread his pinions to the radiant sky,\\nForth launching toward the sun that splendid rolled\\nIts flaming car beneath th exultant wave.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 73\\nTHE DESCENT OF BOREAS\\nWherein is narrated the contest of the host of spring with the ice\\nof the glacial age\\nWhen the bright host of gods Hesperian\\nDespaired of coping with great Mica s storm,\\nNor longer hoped with might of flame to wring\\nSubmission from their arch antagonist,\\nThey counseled long for other means to quell\\nThe quenchless tumult in their golden realm.\\nIn solemn conference Atharpos spake\\nOf new devices to o ercome their foe.\\nHe, hoary bearded and sage countenanced.\\nWas doomed to speak persuasive words of woe\\nFor specious were his arguments and shrewd,\\nThough false as serpent s tongue his winning; tale,\\nFraught with dire consequence all unforeseen.\\nThere is a god above all others strong,\\nHe said, who rules in frigid realms afar.\\nHe is hight Boreas and his scepter sways\\nRemorseless over land and sea and air.\\nIcy his countenance and hoar as death!\\nHis mantle sweeps in folds of driven snow.\\nHis hoarse voice mingles with the fearful blast\\nThat blusters big with storm on peaks afar;\\nIn his fell train a million vassals ride\\nWith keen cold spears of death to hurl with wrath\\nFrom heights aerial on shrinking foe.\\nCould we but gain his grace, our cause t espouse\\nAnd bid him speed to our dominions fair.\\nSoon would he pen proud Mica in his tomb.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "74 The Descejit of Boreas\\nThus spake Atharpos, and the host approved,\\nSo bUnded in their zeal that none foresaw\\nWhat dread results would follow his advent.\\nFor messenger young Trochilus the Red\\nThey chose to seek out Boreas in his lair.\\nAnd fit their choice, for none more fleet than he\\nTo overpass the trackless wilderness\\nHe was a pygmy god, but fair to see\\nIn ruddy vestments with a bronzed casque\\nAnd gorget shining like a mimic sun.\\nAlert and swift he speeded o er the waste.\\nUndaunted by the van that menaced him\\nOf pallid snow-wraiths, chanting dirges wild\\nAbout the haunts austere of Boreas.\\nOn, on he pressed, till at the gate he stood\\nOf that hoar polar palace cold and grim\\nWithin the walls wild voices raved and roared.\\nThe pari of blust ring ice-gods turbulent,\\nAnd stinging spears were hurled by hands unseen.\\nAnd half-discovered forms went shudd ring past.\\nNathless the messenger of gods advanced\\nAnswering the challenge at the icy gates\\nAnd pressing to the presence of the king.\\nA fearful master was the lord of snow.\\nOf massive bulk and visage stern as death.\\nAll white and terrible, with eyes that shone\\nAs cold as stars above the wintry drifts.\\nHis voice made quake the glistering peaks with fear,\\nStifling all lesser tumult with its din\\nAs down the buttressed walls of ice it rolled.\\nWhen Trochilus had made his eager plea,\\nDilating on the lovely vales despoiled.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "The Descent of Boreas 75\\nThe great god tossed his mighty head and roared\\nTell all thy impotent god host afar\\nFor Boreas to make way. We shall explore\\nThese gardens of rare wonder and shall ride\\nCaparisoned for war; and we shall build\\nVast tombs of ice to sepulcher thy foe.\\nThe rills shall stiffen and the rivers freeze,\\nThe earth be overlaid with robe of death,\\nThe air be choked with winged barbs of snow.\\nMica shall tremble in his mid-earth keep\\nBut let all things that haunt the land beware,\\nFor they must perish or swift haste away.\\nThen Trochilus, who erst had fearless been\\nGrew all aquiver with unwelcome fright\\nAnd swift forth dartled southward to apprise\\nHis bright companions of impending doom\\nMore fearful than the wrack by Mica wrought.\\nAh there was consternation when he came\\nWith missive ominous the Naiades\\nWept in their groves and solemn gods were bowed\\nWith voiceless weight of grief, for well they knew\\nTwere vain to strive gainst foe invincible.\\nWith heavy teen they bade their loved bow rs\\nA fond farewell and gathered on the heights\\nIn vain persuasion of unfounded fears.\\nUpon the north peaks loomed a heavy cloud,\\nSlow mantling the horizon with its mist.\\nChill grew the air and far-off strains were heard\\nOf wild wind voices in inchoate calls\\nAs of an army waging strife afar.\\nThen came the crash of mighty beasts in fear\\nSwinging their pond rous limbs down mountain vales.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "76 The Descerit of Boreas\\nThe shagged mastodons with tusks outcurved\\nTramped with a thund rous tread, their trunks in air,\\nBellowing as on they swept to scape the storm.\\nTen thousand panting birds, swift-winged, flashed by,\\nFleeting in panic south before the foe.\\nThe cloud advanced and maiden forms were seen\\nOf snow-wraiths chanting runic strains of death,\\nA multitude of spectres strange and wild.\\nThen followed forms of spearmen girt in mail\\nOf sheened silver, with bright, leveled spears\\nThat glistened from a dreary leaden pall.\\nFar as sight followed stretched the multitude.\\nMelting in distance to a pallid cloud\\nWith Boreas in their midst by winged steeds\\nAs white as snow swept on in icy car.\\nWhile fearful gazed the sad-eyed company\\nOf gentle gods, they saw in this mad rout\\nThe spoilers of their dwelling-place endeared.\\nAnd swift as foam on-driven before the storm\\nThey sped afar to tropic vales untrod.\\nOnly Lycentra with her children twain\\nJoined not the fugitives, for her dear charge\\nEncumbered her so sore that in despair\\nShe turned and fronted the on-surging line,\\nHolding in piteous appeal her babes\\nIn fondly clinging arms. As well might stand\\nA wounded tern upon the ocean beach\\nAnd cry against the tidal wave s advance.\\nOr dainty flow r upon the summer hill\\nPlead with the flames that charge in columns bright.\\nThe snow-wraiths wailed a dirge, the host advanced\\nWith such a diapason of deep woe", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "The Descent of Boreas yy\\nThat all her cries were lost in the vast roar,\\nAnd with her darlings down she sank in death.\\nSwift rode the van of ice-gods turbulent,\\nBut slow as doom the frigid rear advanced.\\nCrashing the forests in its awful path.\\nAnd sealing as in tombs etern the earth.\\nTill not a pulse stirred in the vale of doom.\\nIt were a tale of passing length to tell\\nHow Boreas swayed in wantonness these vales,\\nLording it with a despot might that wrought\\nRuin of beauty and despair of joy\\nIn all the gladless realms he had o er-passed\\nAnd blasted with his icy armaments.\\nMeanwhile, not idle were the exiled gods\\nSo cruelly bereft of haunts endeared\\nThey, leaguered with the sun host and the spring,\\nMade mighty preparations for the fray,\\nEnduing armor bright and weaponing\\nTheir multitude with golden shafts of sun.\\nThere never was, I ween, more thrilling sight\\nThan when these armies rayed themselves for war\\nAnd ominous led on their endless hosts.\\nTo northward on the heights had Boreas\\nMade stand with mighty banners white of snow.\\nCrowded about with arms that swayed and glanced\\nIn countless millions, with intrepid van\\nDown streaming over valleys in defiles\\nOf bristling icy spears that fearful shone.\\nWhile all about in dance of death there gleamed\\nThe myriad snow-wraiths chanting weird refrains.\\nTh advancing host swept up the southern pass\\nWith Calochortus leading the bright band.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "78 The Descent of Boreas\\nThere was a vast array all panoplied\\nIn golden mail with shields like suns that shone\\nAnd weapons glinting brightly on their foes.\\nAbout them pressed the host of spring with flowers\\nTo scatter in their path and garlands bright\\nWere tossed in air to wave above the fray.\\nThe maidens sang of triumph, joy and life,\\nThe glory of the spring was in their strain,\\nAnd blithe bird-voices swelled the choir of song,\\nVocal with love, with hope melodious.\\nWhen on they came there was a hushed spell\\nAs if no voice dared violate the trance\\nOf strife impending then an uproar wild\\nSwelling into a wind-tossed wail of doom\\nProclaimed the swift advance of icen hosts.\\nThe Naiads shuddered at the tumultuous moan,\\nAnd bright gods leveled weapons at the foe.\\nThere was a clash of arms, a stifled cry\\nAs when a million waves all hush their moan,\\nAnd slowly pressed the gods their northward way.\\nThe snow- wraiths wailed as far away they winged.\\nWhile sullen smote the armed host of ice\\nDriven by that bright band invincible.\\nIt was a triumph won with toil supreme,\\nAnd still the ice-gods threatened them afar\\nMassed on the heights where, waiting to descend.\\nTheir white ranks glistened like grim ghosts of doom.\\nScarcely had Calochortus ta en his stand\\nImplanting o er the vales his banners bright\\nOf golden stars on fields the verdantest,\\nWhen down the hills onsurged the pallid throng\\nIn dreary multitudes that shrilled despair", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "The Descent of Boreas 79\\nTo gods of flowerful vales retenanted.\\nThey fell before the onslaught and again\\nLeft fields and blooms a spoil of icy rout,\\nAnd earth was paved with pale snow-flow rs of death.\\nThus in successive victory they waged\\nThe mighty contest for supremacy,\\nThe gods of life slow gaining, fight by fight,\\nThe gods of death reluctant yielding sway,\\nUntil the valleys were reclaimed quite,\\nAnd all the heights save those lone peaks afar\\nWhere solitary camped in scattered bands\\nThe thwarted remnants of the haughty host.\\nFrom all these travails of the world of air\\nHad Mica shrunk to gloomy caverns deep\\nWhence seldom now outflowed his molten streams,\\nAnd rarely did he shake the earth in wrath.\\nSo dwelt in joy the blessed gods of day\\nFor many a blissful aeon undisturbed,\\nTreasuring all beauty in their radiant bowers.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "8o Idyls of El Dorado\\nAVILA AND STURNELLUS\\nA myth of the meadow-lark s song at dawn.\\nAvila, bright Avila, in the band\\nOf blessed hours none other beams so fair\\nAs thou, O radiant morning-star of heav n.\\nWith joys imprint upon thy countenance,\\nQueen of the dawn and darling of the day.\\nAs night o er-wings thou risest, poising bright\\nOn fleckless peak of snow, thy golden hair\\nStreaming before the wind in shimmering strands\\nThy wreathed smiling face with greeting blithe\\nLike rose half-oped beams fondly on the day.\\nWhat chorus heralds thee from comely birds\\nPiping about thy feet their mellow songs\\nFirst rolls the thrush his high ascending strain.\\nThe little gold-finch warbles from the brier,\\nThe linnet carols on exultant wing.\\nAnd all in praise of their dear mates and thee,\\nAvila, most endeared of all the hours.\\nAt sight of thee the poppies lift their heads,\\nThe morning-glories dainty cups uncurl,\\nAnd earth is pranked in fresh array of bloom,\\nAll scintillant with jeweled diadems\\nBrighter than diamonds and more frail than fiow rs.\\nAmong the meadow-gods was one who teased\\nWild strains of beauty out of pierced reeds.\\nBlowing with ardent soul his rapture forth\\nAnd panting such sweet melodies serene\\nAs thrilled all hearers with its haunting pow r.\\nSturnellus was his name the god of song,", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "A Vila and Sturnellus 8i\\nAnd he was vested with a gold attire,\\nWith jetty cirque about his glist ning breast,\\nAnd russet cloak against the morning dew.\\nWhen he beheld Avila he was thrilled\\nBy her rare loveliness, and played a strain\\nSo wildering in beauty, so divine,\\nThat his tranced list ner fain would dally there\\nTo sate her longing for the baffling joy;\\nBut she was urged on by restive hours\\nAnd winged, uncloyed, to her empyreal home.\\nNext morn Sturnellus waited at her throne\\nTo pipe anew his reedy pastoral.\\nAnd freshly was she stirred to am rous thoughts.\\nThus more enamored morn by morn she grew,\\nAnd more elated rose th impassioned strains\\nUntil she could not rouse herself to flee,\\nThough hours importuned and indignant time\\nFrowned on the fair delinquent dallying there.\\nDay was arrested while the minstrel sang\\nAnd all the gods bent ear in ecstasy.\\nThen Fate, unheeding plaints of passioned love\\nFrom her far covert glanced with boding frown.\\nShe saw the tranced hour absorbed with love.\\nSpelled by sweet song from duty s path severe\\nShe saw the tempter with melodi us reed\\nAnd all th attendant host of list ning gods.\\nThen spake she while each heart grew faint with fear\\nTempted and temptor, hear the voice of Fate\\nBegofie, Avila, unto heaven s bright gate,\\nAnd thou, Sturnellus, ^sunie thy proper state.\\nA crash of thunder and a flare of fire\\nRoused the still host, and as they looked above", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "82 Avila and Sturnellus\\nAvila shone from heav n, a quivering star,\\nAnd o er the mead Sturnellus winged, a lark,\\nHis song still trembling toward his love in heav n.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 83\\nTHE WAR OF THE TITANS\\nA myth of the seashore, describing the struggles of the rocks, trees,\\nand living creatures with King Tempest\\niEons agone the great Sea Mother throve,\\nA soHtary Titan, vast and lone,\\nA passionate, majestic creature, vast.\\nCompanioned only by th refulgent stars.\\nThe dreamy votress in the vast of night.\\nAnd that celestial master of the day.\\nShe teemed with all the wonders of the world,\\nShe harbored near her heart all gifts of heav n,\\nShe treasured in her breast the life to be.\\nThe great Lord Mica, ruler leagues below.\\nHad sought her in her splendid solitude.\\nAnd of their love was born a line of sons,\\nA Titan race, upon their mother s breast\\nReared fondly, as became their high estate,\\nThe vasty offspring of the fire and sea.\\nOf these were none more strong than Porphery\\nAnd Titan Granite and Pyrites bright\\nThree lusty sons to do their destined task.\\nLike peaks they stood upon their mother s strand.\\nAnd heard her proud peals breaking on the day.\\nOr caught at night her murmur at their feet.\\nWhile round about the stars bent down to hear,\\nA joyous family they lingered there.\\nShielding with fond solicitude the life\\nThat sought their ample harborage from storm.\\nAbout their feet the kelp streamed to and fro\\nAs if it were their mother s waving hair;", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "84 The War of the Titans\\nThe spined Echini clung to them unfeared,\\nThe bright Asteriids basked in dim retreat,\\nThe fringed Medusae waved their filaments,\\nThe Limpets pressed their lips against the stones.\\nAnd all was joy upon the wide seashore\\nSuch sweet repose could not forever bide,\\nSince one there was most keen to bring them woe\\nA boist rous tyrant, jealous aye of peace.\\nAnd ready to rebuke content with scorn.\\nKing Tempest was this monarch turbulent\\nA wild storm-king with sea-weed madly crowned,\\nMantled in dun clouds, mailed in glist ning brine.\\nSceptred with wind, and throned upon the tide.\\nHe saw the happy habitants of shore\\nAnd smote them with his potent arm of mail\\nFor was he not the deadly foe of peace.\\nThe ardent hater of all placid things?\\nBut even he, grim king of stress and storm,\\nCould simulate at times a placid mien,\\nPlaying the wooer in his soft disguise.\\nIt chanced that Titan Granite took for bride\\nA sad, dark nymph, Cupressa, fair to see\\nA pensive goddess, seldom roused from grief,\\nWho so entranced the storm-god that he sighed\\nSoft music in her ear, and sought to gain\\nA smile in greeting when he neared her strand.\\nHowbeit, she scorned the gruff king s fond caress.\\nSo constant was she to her chosen lord,\\nAnd grew more cold the more his suit he urged.\\nHe thereon in his burst of angerness\\nMade vow to bear Cupressa to his court.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "The War of the Titans 85\\nBut firmly did she wind her loving arms\\nAbout her master s breast, while vainly toiled\\nKing Tempest to unclasp her. Fierce his voice\\nSwept round her, while her tresses, dark, were blown\\nUpon the night. She sobbed and cried in fear\\nAs fast she clung to her unflinching lord\\nWho stood defiant through the rudest shock.\\nO who can thwart King Tempest, roused in might,\\nWTien his white quivering hand in wrath is raised,\\nWTien his loud thunder bursts upon the shore?\\nNot e en the Titans can his ravage stay,\\nFor he is lord of all the realm of air.\\nCommanding armed legions unto death.\\nWhile this fierce war was waging on the strand\\nCame one, a fairy god forth from the sea,\\nFair Larus, ofTspring of King Tempest wild,\\nMothered of that frail Nereid, Flying Foam.\\nAll candid was his vesture pearly gray\\nHis mantle fell, and might} ebon wings\\nUrged him in glorious circles through the blue.\\nHe little loved his m.ig ht}- t}Tant sire.\\nFor Liberty controlled his spirit high\\nAnd Freedom claimed him for her neophyte.\\nTherefore King Tempest strove his seed to crush,\\nUnwilling one of lineage so proud\\nShould spread such heresies to gods afar.\\nHe sought fair Larus in mid-ocean haunts,\\nBut lo! the Mother Foam her child had warned,\\nAnd he was winging toward the port of peace!\\nKing Tempest followed, threat ning as he sped,\\nWith hoarse voice howling o er the turbid sea,", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "86 The War of the Titans\\nWith ministering waves and brow of night\\nThreat ning the concourse of sea-roving gods.\\nThree spirits tended him, fierce formed and strange,\\nThree monsters lashing through the brine for prey-\\nRhina, a demon-goddess, scaled and grim,\\nA savage denizen of darksome deeps.\\nAnd Galeus, her mate of loathsome form,\\nFrom whom all timid sea-things shrank in fear.\\nAnd huge Heptanchus, fellest shape of death\\nIn silence glistened they upon the gloom\\nWith savage visages and glassy eyes\\nAnd fierce teeth gnashing in their cruel heads.\\nThen all King Tempest s trumpeters swept past.\\nBlowing wild harmonies upon the air\\nTo speed their royal master on his course.\\nWhat fear impelled the pitiful godson,\\nFrail Larus, as he winged his panting way\\nBefore such press of foe what thought of death,\\nWhat anguish, nerved his wings to tenser strain!\\nHe sought the shelter of the Titans strand.\\nWhere bright Pyrites welcomed him with cheer.\\nAnd Porphery reached out enfolding arms.\\nThus thwarted was the sire, the king of storm.\\nWho, doubly angered, turned upon the band\\nOf sturdy Titans towering on the shore:\\nThere shall be reckoning for this, he cried;\\nProud heads shall fall and haughty spirits fail,\\nAye, though the years grow weary of our strife,\\nIt shall not end nor rest twixt thee and me!\\nAh Tempest King, made answer Porphery,\\nAgainst thy wrath we stand serene and sure,\\nWith all frail creatures treasured close from harm.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "The War of the Titans 87\\nThe wrathy tyrant turned and sought the deep,\\nHis hosts to muster and his shame to heal,\\nThe while frail Larus rested there in peace.\\nIt was a joyous spell, from danger freed,\\nWith beauty round about, the singing sea\\nAnd, on the sun-swept strand, her children fair\\nBreathing soft melodies through conchs out-rolled,\\nOr dancing on the iridescent shore.\\nThe heart of Larus stirred with love s soft thrill\\nAnd of the Nereids he chose for bride\\nThe dreamy Abalona, gentlest maid\\nOf all the daughters of the glist ning sand.\\nShe was so chastely robed that one might well\\nHave passed her by unnoted, but within\\nHer breast there throbbed a heart of lucent pearl.\\nSteadfast was she, and full of loving ways,\\nCompanion meet for Larus, bright and free.\\nThey held sweet converse of the realms of air.\\nOf liberty on pinions tried and bold;\\nThey heard the soft sea-voices babbling near.\\nThey listened to the tones of singing sands.\\nAnd reveled in the beauty and the peace.\\nThen Larus in his arms upbore his bride,\\nVenturing upon the parlous stretch of sea\\nTo prove his mastery of dizzy heights.\\nKing Tempest spied his son with this fair freight\\nAnd made attack with such a sudden might\\nThat Abalona from his grasp was torn\\nAnd hurled to ruin down the steep of sky.\\nAh weep, god Larus, for thy lost belov d,\\nBy Tempest King so rudely cast to doom,", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "88 The War of the Titans\\nAh weep, god Larus, since thy love no more\\nMay cheer thee when thou seekest peace from strife,\\nNo more may greet thee by the singing tide!\\nThere was a solemn funeral by night,\\nThe while the great Sea Mother wept for grief\\nAnd multitudes of maidens vainly mourned.\\nThen Larus laid away the loved form\\nAnd o er the trackless darkness wandered lone.\\nUnsated still the King of Tempests raged,\\nWith fury trebly on the Titans turned\\nThrough many a cycle of consuming strife.\\nA glorious stand they made against his might,\\nStubborned through aeons of adversity,\\nBattling to hold their post against the foe.\\nWith all their offspring ranged they on the shore,\\nSteadfast beneath the fiercest shock of storm\\nBut one by one they fell in valiant fight,\\nProstrate and nerveless on the moaning strand.\\nThe great Sea Mother then outreached her arms\\nTo fold them fondly to her awful breast\\nWhere they might brood in peace upon their woe.\\nEven Pyrites in his glist ning mail,\\nAnd Porphery, the dauntless, fighting fell.\\nLeaving old Titan Granite hoar and lone\\nTo battle for Cupressa, and to share\\nAll burdens of the haunters of the shore,\\nAll sorrows of the sea, all stress of storm.\\nL\u00c2\u00abrc", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 8\\nTHE MIST MAIDENS\\nIn which is recounted the bringing of the rain from the sea\\nDeep in the haunted sea a Neriad host\\nSported in vasty hails of splendid state,\\nBannered with purple and enpaved with pearl,\\nDim lighted with wan, wavering globes of fire,\\nA mystic region of enchanting calm.\\nDolphins with azure fins and milk-white breasts\\nAbout them glanced, and king-fish, scaled with hues\\nOf opal or of sun-bow, lashed the deep.\\nIt was a wonder world so strange and still\\nThat gods grew fearful when they trod its halls\\nAnd viewed its tapestries so richly wrought.\\nIts swaying phosphor lamps, its multitude\\nOf voiceless creatures stealing through the gloom.\\nIts caverns dark where scarce a glim of day\\nReached down to warm the torpid things that clung\\nIn cold recesses mid unending night.\\nThere were enchanted forests never stirred\\nBy roving winds, but in the pulsing sea\\nSlow waving their high tops that sought the light\\nIn streaming amber ribbons, ribbed and curled.\\nThrough these unearthly halls and groves roved free\\nIn wanton joy the bright mist maiden band,\\nThe radiant offspring of th eternal deep.\\nAll peerless were they in their dim retreat,\\nWith shimmering tresses and with bodies pale,\\nMantled in pearls and zoned with coral bands.\\nAnd garlanded with sea- weed streaming free.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "go The Mist Maidens\\nSometimes they left the caves of ocean deep\\nTo frolic in the boist rous wave-tossed tide.\\nChasing the Nereids mid flying foam\\nOr reveling in mist of storm-churned sea.\\nWhen from bright heav n the Children of the Sun\\nBeheld this witching pageant of the spray,\\nThey swept to ocean in exultant flight.\\nTheir bucklers and their spears glanced bright with gold\\nAnd glitt ring were their fair accouterments,\\nTheir beamy locks and eyes all scintillant.\\nAmid the foam each seized a nymph at play\\nAnd fled high into heav n with beauteous prize\\nWhere ships of cloud were drifting idly by.\\nIn these fair galleons of gold they sailed\\nUpon the azure deep, down streams of air\\nWhere ne er a ripple left their vessels prows\\nWith royal sails out-hung they swiftly sped\\nToward land they voyaged, a godly company\\nChanting glad pseans upon the starry night.\\nAbove the sea, above the hills they passed.\\nO er valleys wide they ranged and on the heights,\\nSnow-paved, they moored at eve their radiant fleet,\\nWhen forth the glad Mist Maidens leaped with song,\\nPattering to earth with silver-sandaled feet.\\nThen was there joy amidst despairing flow rs.\\nFor these sea-spirits loved all tender things,\\nAnd with soft kisses did they give them cheer.\\nWooing them from chill tombs to joy and light.\\nOn woodland slopes and plains from heights to sea\\nWas such a hymeneal festival\\nAs might have spelled old gods with wonderment", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "The Mist Maidens 91\\nAnd gladdened back to youth time-weary things.\\nThe lust rous progeny of peerless Sun\\nHad ta en the fairest daughters of the sea,\\nAnd for their spousal robed the earth in bloom.\\nI dare not say what wealth of laughing flow rs\\nDanced as the breezes rippled up the hills\\nWhat joyous bands of beauteous dryades\\nGossamered in white and blue tossed heads in air,\\nWhat golden creatures swayed across the plains,\\nWhat Naiads tricked in pink and violet\\nFrisked in the greenery, or wantoned gay\\nUpon the marge of some wild chanting stream.\\nIt was a nympholeptic fete of flow rs.\\nA carnival of blossoms without peer,\\nA rhapsody of bloom the gods to spell.\\nFull joyous were the days with beauty bright,\\nUntil forth sped the daughters of the sea,\\nLeaping adown mad cataracts at night\\nAnd gliding on in silver streams at noon.\\nThey sought their own loved elemental deep;\\nFor still the sea-mist filmed their sparkling eyes,\\nAnd caves of coral lured them to their home.\\nWhen they were vanished from all sylvan bowers\\nThe Scions of the Sun with wrath were keen\\nAnd cruelly did they bestrew the flowers\\nWhich late had decked the land in bridal wreaths.\\nTheir spears flashed death amidst the shrinking host,\\nThe green blades wilted and the blossoms sear\\nLapsed back into their tombs of crumbling clay,\\nSince their loved Maidens of the Mist had fled.\\nThen marshaled the Sun Gods a Titan host\\nTo stand as warders of their brides, to be", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "92 The Mist Maidens\\nReclaimed from the waves glad to their groves.\\nA mighty concourse stood they on the hills\\nThe host Sequoia, stately and sublime.\\nAll robed in green they reared their vasty heads\\nTowering amid the fleeting cloud-host s van\\nWith whom they held unceasing converse high.\\nThen fared the Sun Gods forth upon the sea\\nAnd filched anew the Mist Maids for their groves,\\nPlacing them tenderly where they might find\\nAll earthly bliss but never scape the care\\nOf those high guardians in mantles green.\\nAgain joy thrilled the heights, again the plains\\nWere broidered with bright tracery of flow rs;\\nThe hills were diademed with poppies gold.\\nWith castilleias rathe and columbine\\nThe meadows shone with buttercups, the vales\\nWere splendid deck d in lilies chaste as snow.\\nWith dog-toothed violets and bronzed bells\\nAnd fleurs-de-lis that proudly curled their lips.\\nAh, might that gladsome time have been but spelled\\nInto an everlasting season of delight,\\nWith meadows haunted by the host of heav n.\\nAnd hymning seraphim on azure hills\\nAlas, the Maidens of the Mist gain pine\\nFor ocean grottoes with their mystic gloom,\\nFor dolphins and rare convoluted shells.\\nPearl tinted and frail formed, for all the dear\\nRemembered blisses lingering in the deep.\\nThey moaned adown the streams and sobbed and cried\\nWhere stood the multitude o erwatching them,\\nAnd made appeal so piteous and lorn\\nAs to bestir compassion in their lords.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "The Mist Maidens 93\\nThe Sun Gods freed their loves with solemn pledge\\nThat when the season had made half its round\\nThey would return and with redoubled cheer\\nCall back with silver songs the birds and fiow rs,\\nSummoning all creatures to their holiday.\\nThus in alternate round of shore and sea\\nThe Maidens of the Mist have yearly ranged,\\nBut still the sea holds leash upon their hearts\\nAnd eagerly they leap to meet its foam,\\nSave when the vast Sequoias and the race\\nOf woodland Titans\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Spruce and Fir and Pine\\nRestrain full tenderly their hasting feet\\nAnd bid them tarry to make glad the fiow rs.\\nEvanished are those days of godly things\\nWhen on Hesperian shores, in fealty\\nTo beauty, footed free the host of heav n.\\nTheir tenuous forms, like dreamland ghosts have flown,\\nTo find new haunts on singing spheres afar.\\nBut in our vales love tokens still abide\\nOf their blessed presence birds and trees and fiow rs\\nTo body forth their beauty still on earth.\\nO ye, to whom all things of life are dear\\nWho treasure the sweet carolings of birds,\\nThe modest faces of spring posies bright.\\nThe veined sheen of insects vibrant wings,\\nThe plash of fountains and the flow of streams,\\nWith silvern fish amidst their quiet pools,\\nForget not that the mountain Titans still\\nStand sentinel, transmuted to fair trees\\nThat weave their branched arms above the springs\\nTo treasure all their wealth of liquor sweet,", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "94\\nThe Mist Maidens\\nForget not that the passing of the groves\\nMeans death to flow rs and all of life most fair,\\nMeans ravishment of earth and ruin wide,\\nWhereat the tender gods will weep afar\\nAnd cry out: Stay, O vandals, stay thy greed\\nThat beauty may not leave thee in despair.", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Idyls of El Dorado 95\\nADDRESS TO THE GOD OF LIGHT\\nKing of all bright and joyous gods of air\\nAnd peeriess master of the spheres of light,\\nO glorious ruler in thy parel blue\\nShining with thy own splendor through the void,\\nA multitude of spirits voice thy praise\\nThou hast engirdled earth with zone of cloud.\\nThe waters thou hast scattered o er the hills,\\nThou hast ordained the winds, thy ministrants,\\nAnd summoned jocund birds to grace thy bow rs.\\nAt touch of thy bright wand the buds unfurl,\\nThe waves all sparkle at thy joyous glance\\nThe world obeys thy mandate from afar.\\nThe singing spheres in loud accord to thee\\nAddress their harmonies, and all the throng\\nOf orbed followers, in mighty strains\\nAugment thy majesty. Fair Earth is thine,\\nWith her pale lesser child, and all the day\\nThou castest benediction on her head\\nThy will is perfect law, thy word is light,\\nAnd thy sweet influence unites the world.\\nLife, at thy bidding, leaps from formless stone\\nThe gods of sea and land, of cloud and shore\\nAll own thy sovereignty, majestic king\\nThou makest cold things warm with ardent touch,\\nThou castest sorrow to the winds of night,\\nThou fillest earth and heav n with joy and love", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "f^", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "K^\\n1^\\nJsPvV", "height": "3283", "width": "2154", "jp2-path": "idylsofeldorado00keel_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "O O 4\\n1^ V\\n6^\\no^ \u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00c2\u00abro ,0\\n*t.\\n.\u00e2\u0099\u00a6^\u00e2\u0080\u00a2V\\n7 \u00c2\u00ab5.^\\nOE/,* -n*. .vw* -J*^ -J\\nT-ro ^o^-\\nO, o\\njp-n^.\\nHECKMAN\\nBINDERY INC. |e\\nDEC 88\\nW N. 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