The Writings of John Burroughs: The breath of lifeHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1895 |
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... Robin Hood - In the greenwood where he lay . " T might almost be said that the birds are all birds of the poets and of no one else , because it is only the poetical temperament that fully responds to them . So true is this , that all ...
... Robin Hood - In the greenwood where he lay . " T might almost be said that the birds are all birds of the poets and of no one else , because it is only the poetical temperament that fully responds to them . So true is this , that all ...
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... robin , the cuckoo , the black- bird , and numerous others . Philomel has the color , manners , and habits of a thrush , - our hermit thrush , I but it is not a thrush at all , but a warbler . gather from the books that its song is ...
... robin , the cuckoo , the black- bird , and numerous others . Philomel has the color , manners , and habits of a thrush , - our hermit thrush , I but it is not a thrush at all , but a warbler . gather from the books that its song is ...
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... robin , as if our bird had doffed the aris- tocratic black for a more democratic suit on reach- ing these shores . In curious contrast to the color of its plumage is its beak , which is as yellow as a kernel of Indian corn . The ...
... robin , as if our bird had doffed the aris- tocratic black for a more democratic suit on reach- ing these shores . In curious contrast to the color of its plumage is its beak , which is as yellow as a kernel of Indian corn . The ...
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... peer ! ' - - " For so I found my forest bird , — The pewee of the loneliest woods , Sole singer in these solitudes , Which never robin's whistle stirred , Where never bluebird's plume intrudes . Quick darting through the 30 BIRDS AND POETS.
... peer ! ' - - " For so I found my forest bird , — The pewee of the loneliest woods , Sole singer in these solitudes , Which never robin's whistle stirred , Where never bluebird's plume intrudes . Quick darting through the 30 BIRDS AND POETS.
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... robin says , caroling that simple strain from the top of the tall maple , or the crow with his hardy haw- haw , or the pedestrian meadowlark sounding his piercing and long - drawn note in the spring meadows , the poets ought to be able ...
... robin says , caroling that simple strain from the top of the tall maple , or the crow with his hardy haw- haw , or the pedestrian meadowlark sounding his piercing and long - drawn note in the spring meadows , the poets ought to be able ...
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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!