The Writings of John Burroughs: The breath of lifeHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1895 |
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... sweet babe born , And the green leaves they grow rarely . " Or the best lyric pieces , how like they are to cer- tain bird - songs ! — clear , ringing , ecstatic , and sug- gesting that challenge and triumph which the out- pouring of ...
... sweet babe born , And the green leaves they grow rarely . " Or the best lyric pieces , how like they are to cer- tain bird - songs ! — clear , ringing , ecstatic , and sug- gesting that challenge and triumph which the out- pouring of ...
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... sweet sounds . The defiant scream of the hawk circling aloft , the wild whinney of the loon , the whooping of the crane , the booming of the bit- tern , the vulpine bark of the eagle , the loud trum- peting of the migratory geese ...
... sweet sounds . The defiant scream of the hawk circling aloft , the wild whinney of the loon , the whooping of the crane , the booming of the bit- tern , the vulpine bark of the eagle , the loud trum- peting of the migratory geese ...
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... sweet voice of song . " Another one makes the insect say to a rustic who had captured him : " Me , the Nymphs ' wayside minstrel whose sweet note O'er sultry hill is heard , and shady grove to float . " Still another sings how a ...
... sweet voice of song . " Another one makes the insect say to a rustic who had captured him : " Me , the Nymphs ' wayside minstrel whose sweet note O'er sultry hill is heard , and shady grove to float . " Still another sings how a ...
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... Sweet bird , that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy , Thee , chantress , oft the woods among I woo , to hear thy evening song . " To Wordsworth she told another story : - " O nightingale ! thou surely art A ...
... Sweet bird , that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy , Thee , chantress , oft the woods among I woo , to hear thy evening song . " To Wordsworth she told another story : - " O nightingale ! thou surely art A ...
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... sweet and plaintive Sappho of the dell . ” - I mention the nightingale only to point my re- marks upon its American rival , the famous mocking- bird of the Southern States , which is also a nightin- gale , a night - singer , and which ...
... sweet and plaintive Sappho of the dell . ” - I mention the nightingale only to point my re- marks upon its American rival , the famous mocking- bird of the Southern States , which is also a nightin- gale , a night - singer , and which ...
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The Writings of John Burroughs: Birds and poets, with other papers John Burroughs Полный просмотр - 1895 |
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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!