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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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Volume Four
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Volume Five
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A SONG OF CREATION
  
[prologue]
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BOOK FIRST
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CANTO I
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CANTO II
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CANTO III
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CANTO IV
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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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X
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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
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XVI
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XVII
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XVIII
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XIX
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XX
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XXI
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XXII
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XXIII
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XXIV
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XXV
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XXVI
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XXVII
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XXVIII
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XXIX
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XXX
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XXXI
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XXXII
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XXXIII
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XXXIV
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BOOK SECOND
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BOOK THIRD
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BOOK FOUR
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WITH LOVE TO YOU AND YOURS
  
ADIOS
  
HINTS FROM THE HIGHTS

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XXX

Far in a wildest quinine wood
We found a city old—so old
Its very walls were turned to mould
And stately trees upon them stood.
No history has mentioned it,
No map has given it a place;
The last dim trace of tribe and race—
The world's forgetfulness is fit.
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