The Writings of John Burroughs: The breath of lifeHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1895 |
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... charms for me , " says Cowper . " I never hear , " says Burns in one of his letters , " the loud , solitary whistle of the cur- lew in a summer noon , or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plovers in an autumnal morning 4 BIRDS ...
... charms for me , " says Cowper . " I never hear , " says Burns in one of his letters , " the loud , solitary whistle of the cur- lew in a summer noon , or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plovers in an autumnal morning 4 BIRDS ...
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... charm- ing songster . What we would say of birds the Greek said of this favorite insect . When Socrates and Phædrus came to the fountain shaded by the plane - tree , where they had their famous discourse , Socrates said : " Observe the ...
... charm- ing songster . What we would say of birds the Greek said of this favorite insect . When Socrates and Phædrus came to the fountain shaded by the plane - tree , where they had their famous discourse , Socrates said : " Observe the ...
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... charm in the sunny page of Irving , and is the only one of our songsters , I believe , the mockingbird cannot parody or imitate . He affords the most marked example of exuberant pride , and a glad , rollicking , holiday spirit , that ...
... charm in the sunny page of Irving , and is the only one of our songsters , I believe , the mockingbird cannot parody or imitate . He affords the most marked example of exuberant pride , and a glad , rollicking , holiday spirit , that ...
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... . Indeed , I never knew a female bird of any kind that did not appear utterly indifferent to the charms of voice and plumage that the male birds are so fond of display- ing . But I am inclined to believe that the 18 BIRDS AND POETS.
... . Indeed , I never knew a female bird of any kind that did not appear utterly indifferent to the charms of voice and plumage that the male birds are so fond of display- ing . But I am inclined to believe that the 18 BIRDS AND POETS.
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... charm to me . Its name has an indescribable Its two syllables are like the calls of the first birds , like that of the phoebe - bird , or of the meadowlark . Its very snows are fertilizing , and are called the poor man's manure . - Then ...
... charm to me . Its name has an indescribable Its two syllables are like the calls of the first birds , like that of the phoebe - bird , or of the meadowlark . Its very snows are fertilizing , and are called the poor man's manure . - Then ...
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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 - 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. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
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. 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...
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. 37 - And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me, And I in the middle as with companions, and as holding the hands of companions, I fled forth to the hiding receiving night that talks not, Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness, To the solemn shadowy cedars and ghostly pines so still...
Стр. 23 - 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. 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. 221 - They say The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man...
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!