The Writings of John Burroughs: Birds and poets, with other papersHoughton, Mifflin, & Company, 1895 |
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... true is this , that all the great orni- thologists original namers and biographers of the birds have been poets in deed if not in word . Audubon is a notable case in point , who , if he had not the tongue or pen of the poet , certainly ...
... true is this , that all the great orni- thologists original namers and biographers of the birds have been poets in deed if not in word . Audubon is a notable case in point , who , if he had not the tongue or pen of the poet , certainly ...
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... True to the kindred points of heaven and home . " The other poem I give entire : " 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 ...
... True to the kindred points of heaven and home . " The other poem I give entire : " 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 ...
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... true , The wren with little quill ; The finch , the sparrow , and the lark , The plain song cuckoo gray , Whose note full many a man doth mark , And dares not answer nay . " - no one ever So far as external appearances are concerned ...
... true , The wren with little quill ; The finch , the sparrow , and the lark , The plain song cuckoo gray , Whose note full many a man doth mark , And dares not answer nay . " - no one ever So far as external appearances are concerned ...
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... the great poets and artists . In them the sentimentalist is corrected and cured , and the hairy and taciturn frontiersman has had experience to some purpose . The true poet knows more about Nature than the naturalist TOUCHES OF NATURE 47.
... the great poets and artists . In them the sentimentalist is corrected and cured , and the hairy and taciturn frontiersman has had experience to some purpose . The true poet knows more about Nature than the naturalist TOUCHES OF NATURE 47.
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... true natu- alist . I think he studies the orbs . I think day and night and the stars , and the faces of men and women , have taught him all there is worth knowing . We run to Nature because we are afraid of man . Our artists paint the ...
... true natu- alist . I think he studies the orbs . I think day and night and the stars , and the faces of men and women , have taught him all there is worth knowing . We run to Nature because we are afraid of man . Our artists paint the ...
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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 |
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.