Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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... woods or along the beach , where we shall now and then get a whiff of natural air , or a glimpse of something to " Make the wild blood start In its mystic springs . " CONTENTS . PAGE BIRDS AND POETS , 9 TOUCHES OF vi PREFACE .
... woods or along the beach , where we shall now and then get a whiff of natural air , or a glimpse of something to " Make the wild blood start In its mystic springs . " CONTENTS . PAGE BIRDS AND POETS , 9 TOUCHES OF vi PREFACE .
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... wood - wele sang , and wolde not cease , Sitting upon the spray ; So loud , it wakened Robin Hood In the greenwood where he lay . " I as of the poets and of no one else , because it is only the poetical temperament that fully responds ...
... wood - wele sang , and wolde not cease , Sitting upon the spray ; So loud , it wakened Robin Hood In the greenwood where he lay . " I as of the poets and of no one else , because it is only the poetical temperament that fully responds ...
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... wood - lark , or the throstle , and giving utterance to a melody as simple and unstudied . Such 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 ...
... wood - lark , or the throstle , and giving utterance to a melody as simple and unstudied . Such 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 ...
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... woods , and sug- gesting something like the Richard Wagner music in the ornithological orchestra . " Nor these alone whose notes Nice - fingered art must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim sublime In still repeated ...
... woods , and sug- gesting something like the Richard Wagner music in the ornithological orchestra . " Nor these alone whose notes Nice - fingered art must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim sublime In still repeated ...
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... woods among I woo , to hear thy evening song . " To Wordsworth she told another story- " O nightingale ! thou surely art A creature of ebullient heart ; These notes of thine - they pierce and pierce ; Tumultuous harmony and fierce ...
... woods among I woo , to hear thy evening song . " To Wordsworth she told another story- " O nightingale ! thou surely art A creature of ebullient heart ; These notes of thine - they pierce and pierce ; Tumultuous harmony and fierce ...
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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.