The Writings of John Burroughs: Birds and poets, with other papersHoughton, Mifflin, & Company, 1895 |
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... blood is nipped and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tu - whoo ! Tu - whit ! tu - whoo ! a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . " When all aloud the wind doth blow , And BIRDS AND POETS 25.
... blood is nipped and ways be foul , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tu - whoo ! Tu - whit ! tu - whoo ! a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . " When all aloud the wind doth blow , And BIRDS AND POETS 25.
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... blood to the marble bones , Tugs at the heart - strings , numbs the sense , And hems in life with narrowing fence . Well , in this broad bed lie and sleep , - The punctual stars will vigil keep , Embalmed by purifying cold ; - - The ...
... blood to the marble bones , Tugs at the heart - strings , numbs the sense , And hems in life with narrowing fence . Well , in this broad bed lie and sleep , - The punctual stars will vigil keep , Embalmed by purifying cold ; - - The ...
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... blood that cir- culate in our veins was magnified enough million times , we might see a globe teeming with life and power . Such is this earth of ours , coursing in the veins of the Infinite . Size is only relative , and the imagination ...
... blood that cir- culate in our veins was magnified enough million times , we might see a globe teeming with life and power . Such is this earth of ours , coursing in the veins of the Infinite . Size is only relative , and the imagination ...
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... blood or viscera , or health- ful carnality , or depth of human and manly affec- tion , and be the fruit entirely of our toploftical brilliancy and cleverness . What I complain of is just as true of the essay- ists and the critics as of ...
... blood or viscera , or health- ful carnality , or depth of human and manly affec- tion , and be the fruit entirely of our toploftical brilliancy and cleverness . What I complain of is just as true of the essay- ists and the critics as of ...
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... - acid flavor , and what splendor of full - leaved June can stir the blood like the best of leafless April ? ― One characteristic April feature , and one that de- - lights me very much , is the perfect emerald APRIL 95.
... - acid flavor , and what splendor of full - leaved June can stir the blood like the best of leafless April ? ― One characteristic April feature , and one that de- - lights me very much , is the perfect emerald APRIL 95.
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Стр. 15 - 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. 22 - 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. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again. O blessed Bird ! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial, faery place; That is fit home for Thee ! 1804.
Стр. 110 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Стр. 14 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Стр. 221 - Or, crown'd with attributes of woe Like glories, move his course, and show That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use. Arise and fly The reeling Faun, the sensual feast; Move upward, working out the beast, And let the ape and tiger die.
Стр. 6 - 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. 191 - 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. 20 - Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink: Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee, chee, chee.
Стр. 23 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Стр. 35 - CROSS the narrow beach we flit, •^*- One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I.