Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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... things as the following were surely caught from the fields or the woods : - " She sat down below a thorn , Fine flowers in the valley , And there has she her sweet babe born , And the green leaves they grow rarely . " Or the best lyric ...
... things as the following were surely caught from the fields or the woods : - " She sat down below a thorn , Fine flowers in the valley , And there has she her sweet babe born , And the green leaves they grow rarely . " Or the best lyric ...
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... thing I see there in the white ? Loud ! loud ! loud ! Loud I call to you , my love ! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves ; Surely you must know who is here , is here ; You must know who I am , my love . Low hanging moon ...
... thing I see there in the white ? Loud ! loud ! loud ! Loud I call to you , my love ! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves ; Surely you must know who is here , is here ; You must know who I am , my love . Low hanging moon ...
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... thing , A voice , a mystery . The same whom in my school - boy days I listened to ; the 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 ...
... thing , A voice , a mystery . The same whom in my school - boy days I listened to ; the 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 ...
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... things said further back , that birds not strictly denominated songsters but criers , like the cuckoo , have been quite as great favourites with the poets and received as affectionate treatment at their hands as the song - birds . One ...
... things said further back , that birds not strictly denominated songsters but criers , like the cuckoo , have been quite as great favourites with the poets and received as affectionate treatment at their hands as the song - birds . One ...
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... things I have said of it , and of its relations , merits to the full all Trowbridge's pleasant fancies . His poem is indeed a very careful study of the bird and its haunts , and is good poetry as well as good ornithology . " The ...
... things I have said of it , and of its relations , merits to the full all Trowbridge's pleasant fancies . His poem is indeed a very careful study of the bird and its haunts , and is good poetry as well as good ornithology . " The ...
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American pipit April artist beauty behold bird blood bobolink breath Burroughs character charm colour cracy creature cuckoo delight doubt earth Emerson emotional fact feeling fields hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate herd human intellectual kind lark larvæ Leaves of Grass less light literary literature living look loon loud master mate meadows melody mind mocking-bird morning musical Nature nest never night nightingale Pe-wee perhaps person plumage poems poet poetic poetry purple finch race reader Robert of Lincoln robin sandpiper season seems Shakespeare sing skylark snow song songster soul sound sparrow species spirit spring stanzas summer swallows sweet thee things Thoreau thou thought thrush tion Titmouse traits trees voice W. D. HOWELLS Walt Whitman whole wild Wilson Flagg wings winter woods
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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.