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Joaquin Miller's Poems

[in six volumes]
Miller, Joaquin (1837-1913)

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Volume One
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Volume Two
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Volume Three
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THE SEA OF FIRE
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THE SHIP IN THE DESERT
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ISLES OF THE AMAZONS
  
AN INDIAN SUMMER
  
FROM SEA TO SEA
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A SONG OF THE SOUTH
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Part I
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PART II.
  
[prologue]
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I
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II
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III
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IV
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V
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VI
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VII
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VIII
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IX
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XI
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XII
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XIII
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XIV
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XV
  
RESURGO SAN FRANCISCO
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Volume Four
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Volume Five

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“Therefore it is wrong, and I say therefore
Unfair, that a mystical, brown-wing'd moth
Or midnight bat should forevermore
Fan past my face with its wings of air,
And follow me up, down, everywhere,
Flit past, pursue me, or fly before,
Dimly limning in each fair place
The full fixed eyes and the sad, brown face,
So forty times worse than if it were wroth!
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