The Writings of John Burroughs: Birds and poets, with other papersHoughton, Mifflin, & Company, 1895 |
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... season of courtship is over and the matches all settled ; and when she leads him on too wild a chase , he turns lightly about and breaks out with a song that is precisely analogous to a burst of gay and self - satis- fied laughter , as ...
... season of courtship is over and the matches all settled ; and when she leads him on too wild a chase , he turns lightly about and breaks out with a song that is precisely analogous to a burst of gay and self - satis- fied laughter , as ...
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... season the bobo- link undergoes a complete change ; his form changes , his color changes , his flight changes . From mot- tled brown or brindle he becomes black and white , earning , in some localities , the shocking name of " skunk ...
... season the bobo- link undergoes a complete change ; his form changes , his color changes , his flight changes . From mot- tled brown or brindle he becomes black and white , earning , in some localities , the shocking name of " skunk ...
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... him forth no more than the beetles . Is not all this wealth of the seasons , these solar and sidereal in- fluences , this depth and vitality and internal fire , these seas , and rivers , and oceans , and TOUCHES OF NATURE 43.
... him forth no more than the beetles . Is not all this wealth of the seasons , these solar and sidereal in- fluences , this depth and vitality and internal fire , these seas , and rivers , and oceans , and TOUCHES OF NATURE 43.
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... season . The characteristic sounds of midsummer are the sharp , whirring cre- scendo of the cicada or harvest fly , and the rasping , stridulous notes of the nocturnal insects . The mow- ing - machine repeats and imitates these sounds ...
... season . The characteristic sounds of midsummer are the sharp , whirring cre- scendo of the cicada or harvest fly , and the rasping , stridulous notes of the nocturnal insects . The mow- ing - machine repeats and imitates these sounds ...
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John Burroughs. grain at this season have become hard . The timothy stalk is like a file ; the rye straw is glazed with flint ; the grasshoppers snap sharply as they fly up in front of you ; the bird - songs have ceased ; the ground ...
John Burroughs. grain at this season have become hard . The timothy stalk is like a file ; the rye straw is glazed with flint ; the grasshoppers snap sharply as they fly up in front of you ; the bird - songs have ceased ; the ground ...
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The Writings of John Burroughs: Birds and poets, with other papers John Burroughs Полный просмотр - 1904 |
The Writings of John Burroughs: Birds and poets, with other papers John Burroughs Полный просмотр - 1904 |
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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.