Songs of NatureJohn Burroughs Doubleday, Page & Company, 1901 - Всего страниц: 359 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 42
Стр. vii
... nest building . The male may seem to superintend the work , but he does not actually lend a hand . Give me the real bird first , and then all the poetry that can be evoked from it . I am aware that there is another class of bird poems ...
... nest building . The male may seem to superintend the work , but he does not actually lend a hand . Give me the real bird first , and then all the poetry that can be evoked from it . I am aware that there is another class of bird poems ...
Стр. 8
... nest ; From busy scenes and brighter skies , To lurk with innocence , she flies , Here hopes in safe repose to dwell , Nor aught suspects the sylvan cell . At morn I take my customed round , To mark how buds yon shrubby mound , And ...
... nest ; From busy scenes and brighter skies , To lurk with innocence , she flies , Here hopes in safe repose to dwell , Nor aught suspects the sylvan cell . At morn I take my customed round , To mark how buds yon shrubby mound , And ...
Стр. 10
... nest , robin redbreast , Sing , birds , in every furrow ; And from each hill let music shrill Give my fair love good - morrow . Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow , You petty elves , amongst ...
... nest , robin redbreast , Sing , birds , in every furrow ; And from each hill let music shrill Give my fair love good - morrow . Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow , You petty elves , amongst ...
Стр. 13
... 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 the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet ...
... 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 the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet ...
Стр. 15
... nest , The tempest in its home . The whispering waves were half asleep , The clouds were gone to play , And on the bosom of the deep The smile of Heaven lay ; It seemed as if the hour were one Sent from. 15 THE RECOLLECTION ...
... nest , The tempest in its home . The whispering waves were half asleep , The clouds were gone to play , And on the bosom of the deep The smile of Heaven lay ; It seemed as if the hour were one Sent from. 15 THE RECOLLECTION ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
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
Популярные отрывки
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.