Songs of NatureJohn Burroughs Doubleday, Page & Company, 1901 - Всего страниц: 359 |
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... Rose Terry Cooke ; to Charlton H. Royal , exec- utor of the estate of Thomas MacKellar , for allow ing the reprint of " The Troublesome Fly " ; to Mrs. Florence Laighton for permission to use the poem by Albert Laighton ; to Annabel ...
... Rose Terry Cooke ; to Charlton H. Royal , exec- utor of the estate of Thomas MacKellar , for allow ing the reprint of " The Troublesome Fly " ; to Mrs. Florence Laighton for permission to use the poem by Albert Laighton ; to Annabel ...
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... rose , I came , to the open day I have won , unshelter'd , alone , remote . No bee strays out to greet me at morë , I shall die ere the butterfly is born , I shall hear no note of the nightingale ; The swallow will come at the break of ...
... rose , I came , to the open day I have won , unshelter'd , alone , remote . No bee strays out to greet me at morë , I shall die ere the butterfly is born , I shall hear no note of the nightingale ; The swallow will come at the break of ...
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... rose and woodbine twine ; When ilka bird sang o ' its love , And fondly sae did I o ' mine . Wi ' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose , Fu ' sweet upon its thorny tree ; But my fause lover stole my rose , And , ah ! he left the thorn wi ' me ...
... rose and woodbine twine ; When ilka bird sang o ' its love , And fondly sae did I o ' mine . Wi ' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose , Fu ' sweet upon its thorny tree ; But my fause lover stole my rose , And , ah ! he left the thorn wi ' me ...
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... rose - tree ; Just as buds and blossoms blow He'll begin his tune , When all is green and roses glow Underneath the moon . Nowhere in the valleys Will the wind be still , Everything is waving , Wagging at his will : Blows the milkmaid's ...
... rose - tree ; Just as buds and blossoms blow He'll begin his tune , When all is green and roses glow Underneath the moon . Nowhere in the valleys Will the wind be still , Everything is waving , Wagging at his will : Blows the milkmaid's ...
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... rose - flesh mushrooms , undivulged Last evening- nay , in to - day's first dew Yon sudden coral nipple bulged , Where a freaked fawn - colored flaky crew Of toad - stools peep indulged . And all day long a bird sings there , And a ...
... rose - flesh mushrooms , undivulged Last evening- nay , in to - day's first dew Yon sudden coral nipple bulged , Where a freaked fawn - colored flaky crew Of toad - stools peep indulged . And all day long a bird sings there , And a ...
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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.