Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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... voice of the turtle , and the warble of the nightingale ; but they were not adequate symbols to express what he felt or to adorn his theme . Eschylus saw in the eagle " the dog of Jove , " and his verse cuts like a sword with such a ...
... voice of the turtle , and the warble of the nightingale ; but they were not adequate symbols to express what he felt or to adorn his theme . Eschylus saw in the eagle " the dog of Jove , " and his verse cuts like a sword with such a ...
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... which he releases with the words- " Go safe and free with your sweet voice of song . " Another one makes the insect say to a rustic who had captured him— " Me , the Nymphs ' wayside minstrel whose sweet 14 BIRDS AND POETS .
... which he releases with the words- " Go safe and free with your sweet voice of song . " Another one makes the insect say to a rustic who had captured him— " Me , the Nymphs ' wayside minstrel whose sweet 14 BIRDS AND POETS .
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... voice the seventh sup- plied ; The midday songster of the mountain set His pastoral ditty to my canzonet ; And when he sang , his modulated throat Accorded with the lifeless string I smote . " While we are trying to introduce the lark ...
... voice the seventh sup- plied ; The midday songster of the mountain set His pastoral ditty to my canzonet ; And when he sang , his modulated throat Accorded with the lifeless string I smote . " While we are trying to introduce the lark ...
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... voice over the waves ; Surely you must know who is here , is here ; You must know who I am , my love . Low hanging moon ! What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow ? Oh it is the shape , the shape of my mate ! O moon , do not keep ...
... voice over the waves ; Surely you must know who is here , is here ; You must know who I am , my love . Low hanging moon ! What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow ? Oh it is the shape , the shape of my mate ! O moon , do not keep ...
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... voice ; That is the fluttering , the fluttering of the spray ; Those are the shadows of leaves . O darkness ! Oh in vain ! Oh I am very sick and sorrowful . " The bird that occupies the second place to the nightingale in British ...
... voice ; That is the fluttering , the fluttering of the spray ; Those are the shadows of leaves . O darkness ! Oh in vain ! Oh I am very sick and sorrowful . " The bird that occupies the second place to the nightingale in British ...
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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.