Songs of NatureJohn Burroughs Doubleday, Page & Company, 1901 - Всего страниц: 359 |
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... fall so fast ? Your date is not so past , But you may stay yet here a while To blush and gently smile , And go at last . What ! were ye born to be An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? ' Twas pity Nature brought ye ...
... fall so fast ? Your date is not so past , But you may stay yet here a while To blush and gently smile , And go at last . What ! were ye born to be An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? ' Twas pity Nature brought ye ...
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... fall From the depth of heaven above , With wings folded I rest , on mine airy nest , As still as a brooding dove . That orbèd maiden with white fire laden , Whom mortals call the moon , Glides glimmering o'er my fleece - like floor , By ...
... fall From the depth of heaven above , With wings folded I rest , on mine airy nest , As still as a brooding dove . That orbèd maiden with white fire laden , Whom mortals call the moon , Glides glimmering o'er my fleece - like floor , By ...
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... falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; ' t is but to hold Converse with Nature's charms , and view her stores unrolled . But midst the crowd , the hum , the shock of men To hear , to see , to feel , and to possess , And roam along , the ...
... falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; ' t is but to hold Converse with Nature's charms , and view her stores unrolled . But midst the crowd , the hum , the shock of men To hear , to see , to feel , and to possess , And roam along , the ...
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... fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils , That come before the swallow dares , and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim , But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes , Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses , That die unmarried , ere ...
... fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils , That come before the swallow dares , and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim , But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes , Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses , That die unmarried , ere ...
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... falls , and roosts the fowl , Then , then , is the reign of the Horned Owl ! And the Owl hath a bride , who is fond and bold , And loveth the wood's deep gloom ; And , with eyes like the shine of the moonstone cold , She awaiteth her ...
... falls , and roosts the fowl , Then , then , is the reign of the Horned Owl ! And the Owl hath a bride , who is fond and bold , And loveth the wood's deep gloom ; And , with eyes like the shine of the moonstone cold , She awaiteth her ...
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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.