Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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... thought of any wrong ; He scans me with a fearless eye . Staunch friends are we , well tried and strong , The little sandpiper and I. Comrade , where wilt thou be to - night When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire ...
... thought of any wrong ; He scans me with a fearless eye . Staunch friends are we , well tried and strong , The little sandpiper and I. Comrade , where wilt thou be to - night When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire ...
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... thought it well to let him have a good taste of his own doctrines , when I put my foot down against further proceedings . This arming of one creature against another is often cited as an evidence of the wisdom of Nature , but it is ...
... thought it well to let him have a good taste of his own doctrines , when I put my foot down against further proceedings . This arming of one creature against another is often cited as an evidence of the wisdom of Nature , but it is ...
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... thought the workshop must be inside - a place where the pulp was mixed and perhaps treated with chemi- cals ; for each bee when he came with his burden of materials passed into the nest , and then , after a few moments , emerged again ...
... thought the workshop must be inside - a place where the pulp was mixed and perhaps treated with chemi- cals ; for each bee when he came with his burden of materials passed into the nest , and then , after a few moments , emerged again ...
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... thought loses its perspective ; the inner world is a blank like the outer , and all my great ideals are wrapped in the same monotonous and expressionless com- monplace . The blackest of black days are better . Why does snow so kill the ...
... thought loses its perspective ; the inner world is a blank like the outer , and all my great ideals are wrapped in the same monotonous and expressionless com- monplace . The blackest of black days are better . Why does snow so kill the ...
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... thought or an image that tasted good - your literary appetite dull or all gone , and the conviction daily growing that it is all over with you in that direction ? A little elder bark , something fresh and bitter from the woods , is ...
... thought or an image that tasted good - your literary appetite dull or all gone , and the conviction daily growing that it is all over with you in that direction ? A little elder bark , something fresh and bitter from the woods , is ...
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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.