Songs of NatureJohn Burroughs Doubleday, Page & Company, 1901 - Всего страниц: 359 |
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... land are we , Tossing about on the roaring sea ; From billow to bounding billow cast , Like fleecy snow on the stormy blast : The sails are scatter'd abroad , like weeds , The strong masts shake like quivering reeds , The mighty cables ...
... land are we , Tossing about on the roaring sea ; From billow to bounding billow cast , Like fleecy snow on the stormy blast : The sails are scatter'd abroad , like weeds , The strong masts shake like quivering reeds , The mighty cables ...
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... and bloom ; I am the patience of abiding hills , The promise masked in doom . When the sombre lands are wrung , And storms are out , And giant woods give tongue , I am the shout ; And when the earth would sleep , Wrapped in her. 57.
... and bloom ; I am the patience of abiding hills , The promise masked in doom . When the sombre lands are wrung , And storms are out , And giant woods give tongue , I am the shout ; And when the earth would sleep , Wrapped in her. 57.
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... land so far and fast , Thou already slumberest deep ; Woe and want thou canst outsleep ; Want and woe , which torture us , Thy sleep makes ridiculous . M SONG OF NATURE By Ralph Waldo Emerson INE are the night and morning , The pits of ...
... land so far and fast , Thou already slumberest deep ; Woe and want thou canst outsleep ; Want and woe , which torture us , Thy sleep makes ridiculous . M SONG OF NATURE By Ralph Waldo Emerson INE are the night and morning , The pits of ...
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... lands of wonder . He harries the ports of the Hollyhocks , And levies on poor Sweetbrier ; He drinks the whitest wine of Phlox , And the Rose is his desire . He hangs in the Willows a night and a day ; He rifles the Buckwheat patches ...
... lands of wonder . He harries the ports of the Hollyhocks , And levies on poor Sweetbrier ; He drinks the whitest wine of Phlox , And the Rose is his desire . He hangs in the Willows a night and a day ; He rifles the Buckwheat patches ...
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... land and sea Between thy home and mine . TO THE LAPLAND LONGSPUR By John Burroughs O I H , thou northland bobolink , Looking over Summer's brink Up to Winter , worn and dim , Peering down from mountain rim , Something takes me in thy ...
... land and sea Between thy home and mine . TO THE LAPLAND LONGSPUR By John Burroughs O I H , thou northland bobolink , Looking over Summer's brink Up to Winter , worn and dim , Peering down from mountain rim , Something takes me in thy ...
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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.