Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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... hold of its would - be capturer is upon this alone ; and how hard it yields in the dead bird . No doubt there is relaxation in the former case . Nature says to the pursuer , " Hold on , " and to the pursued , " Let your tail go . " What ...
... hold of its would - be capturer is upon this alone ; and how hard it yields in the dead bird . No doubt there is relaxation in the former case . Nature says to the pursuer , " Hold on , " and to the pursued , " Let your tail go . " What ...
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... hold of its own tail and making itself into a hoop . The snake went round and round and could find neither beginning nor end . Who was the old giant that found himself wrestling with Time ? This little snake had a tougher customer the ...
... hold of its own tail and making itself into a hoop . The snake went round and round and could find neither beginning nor end . Who was the old giant that found himself wrestling with Time ? This little snake had a tougher customer the ...
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... of every bee is no doubt a matter of solicitude to the royal mother . The hornet was the first paper - maker , and holds the original patent . The paper it makes is about like that of the newspaper ; nearly 68 TOUCHES OF NATURE .
... of every bee is no doubt a matter of solicitude to the royal mother . The hornet was the first paper - maker , and holds the original patent . The paper it makes is about like that of the newspaper ; nearly 68 TOUCHES OF NATURE .
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... hold out long , and the spring runs never freeze . You find the frost has gone several inches into the ploughed ground , but on going to the woods and poking away the leaves and débris under the hemlocks and cedars , 29 F TOUCHES OF ...
... hold out long , and the spring runs never freeze . You find the frost has gone several inches into the ploughed ground , but on going to the woods and poking away the leaves and débris under the hemlocks and cedars , 29 F TOUCHES OF ...
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... holds me so long standing in the yard or in the fields ? Something besides the ice and snow melts and runs away with the spring floods . The little sparrows and purple finches are so punctual in announcing spring , that some seasons one ...
... holds me so long standing in the yard or in the fields ? Something besides the ice and snow melts and runs away with the spring floods . The little sparrows and purple finches are so punctual in announcing spring , that some seasons one ...
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Стр. 25 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Стр. 25 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Стр. 238 - I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now...
Стр. 33 - Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Стр. 281 - Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd me. Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.
Стр. 33 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Стр. 14 - Less Philomel will deign a song In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Стр. 25 - UP with me ! up with me into the clouds ! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds ! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind...
Стр. 283 - Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth - rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
Стр. 40 - Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds Stand out the white lighthouses high. Almost as far as eye can reach I see the close-reefed vessels fly, As fast we flit along the beach, — One little sandpiper and I.