Songs of NatureJohn Burroughs Doubleday, Page & Company, 1901 - Всего страниц: 359 |
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... rivers , how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie , And view thy silver stream , When gilded by a Summer's beam ! And in it all thy wanton fry Playing at liberty , And , with my angle , upon them The all of treachery I ever learned ...
... rivers , how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie , And view thy silver stream , When gilded by a Summer's beam ! And in it all thy wanton fry Playing at liberty , And , with my angle , upon them The all of treachery I ever learned ...
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... rivers , lakes , and seas , Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high , Are each paved with the moon and these . I bind the sun's throne with the burning zone , And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim , and ...
... rivers , lakes , and seas , Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high , Are each paved with the moon and these . I bind the sun's throne with the burning zone , And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim , and ...
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... river , the theme of my lays ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream , Flow gently , sweet Afton , disturb not her dream . ON SEEING A WOUNDED HARE LIMP BY ME WHICH A FELLOW HAD JUST SHOT AT By Robert Burns I NHUMAN man ! curse on ...
... river , the theme of my lays ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream , Flow gently , sweet Afton , disturb not her dream . ON SEEING A WOUNDED HARE LIMP BY ME WHICH A FELLOW HAD JUST SHOT AT By Robert Burns I NHUMAN man ! curse on ...
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... daisied leas , And by rivers flowing , Lilac - ringlets which the breeze Loosens lightly blowing ? Out of yonder wagon Pleasant hay - scents float , He who drives it carries A daisy in his coat. 45 SPRING SONG IN THE CITY ...
... daisied leas , And by rivers flowing , Lilac - ringlets which the breeze Loosens lightly blowing ? Out of yonder wagon Pleasant hay - scents float , He who drives it carries A daisy in his coat. 45 SPRING SONG IN THE CITY ...
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... rivers , In streams of gold and purple he is drown'd , Shrilly the arrows of his song he shivers , As tho ' the stormy drops were turn'd to sound ; And now he issues thro ' , He scales a cloudy tower , Faintly , like falling dew , His ...
... rivers , In streams of gold and purple he is drown'd , Shrilly the arrows of his song he shivers , As tho ' the stormy drops were turn'd to sound ; And now he issues thro ' , He scales a cloudy tower , Faintly , like falling dew , His ...
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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.