Songs of NatureJohn Burroughs Doubleday, Page & Company, 1901 - Всего страниц: 359 |
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... Tennyson and Wordsworth is easy , easy as it is in organic Nature in her happy moods . I do not want to be compelled to expend any force upon the poet's form - I want it all for his thought . A tortuous and difficult channel may add to ...
... Tennyson and Wordsworth is easy , easy as it is in organic Nature in her happy moods . I do not want to be compelled to expend any force upon the poet's form - I want it all for his thought . A tortuous and difficult channel may add to ...
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... Tennyson OW the blithe Lark runs up the golden stair That leans thro ' cloudy gates from Heaven to Earth , And all alone in the empyreal air Fills it with jubilant sweet songs of mirth ; How far he seems , how far With the light upon ...
... Tennyson OW the blithe Lark runs up the golden stair That leans thro ' cloudy gates from Heaven to Earth , And all alone in the empyreal air Fills it with jubilant sweet songs of mirth ; How far he seems , how far With the light upon ...
Стр. 249
... home , at home ! I THE BROOK By Alfred Tennyson COME from haunts of coot and hern , I make a sudden sally , And sparkle out among the fern , To bicker down a valley . By thirty hills I hurry down , Or slip between 249.
... home , at home ! I THE BROOK By Alfred Tennyson COME from haunts of coot and hern , I make a sudden sally , And sparkle out among the fern , To bicker down a valley . By thirty hills I hurry down , Or slip between 249.
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... Tennyson O - DAY I saw the dragon - fly Come from the wells where he did lie . " An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail . " He dried his wings : like gauze they grew 251.
... Tennyson O - DAY I saw the dragon - fly Come from the wells where he did lie . " An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail . " He dried his wings : like gauze they grew 251.
Стр. 252
... Tennyson BLACKBIRD ! sing me some- thing well : While all the neighbors shoot thee round , I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground , Where thou may'st warble , eat and dwell . The espaliers and the standards all Are thine ; the range of ...
... Tennyson BLACKBIRD ! sing me some- thing well : While all the neighbors shoot thee round , I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground , Where thou may'st warble , eat and dwell . The espaliers and the standards all Are thine ; the range of ...
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Alfred Tennyson apple-tree arbutus autumn beauty beneath bird bloom blossoms blow blue bobolink boughs breast breath breeze bright Brit brown buds calm cardinal bird Caty-did Celia Thaxter Charles G. D. Roberts clouds creeping everywhere dark dear deep dost doth dream earth flowers forest glad gleam gold golden grass gray Hamlin Garland hast hath hear the rain heard heart heaven Henry hills hour John Townsend Trowbridge leaves light lonely lover moon morn mountain murmuring nest never night we wake o'er poems Richard Watson Gilder Robert Burns round shade shadows shine shore silent sing sleep snow soft song soul Spring stars stream summer sweet thee thine Thomas Thomas Bailey Aldrich thrush trees unseen voice wake and hear Walt Whitman wandering waves wild William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods yellow
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Стр. 10 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Стр. 179 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Стр. 51 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Стр. 280 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Стр. 123 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Стр. 116 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Стр. 134 - Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Стр. 5 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Стр. 137 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Стр. 4 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields, with bread, "Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.