Birds and Poets: With Other PapersHurd and Houghton, 1877 - Всего страниц: 263 |
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... doubt excels the Old- World bird in the variety and compass of its powers . The two birds belong to totally distinct families , there being no American species which answers to the Eu- ropean nightingale , as there are that answer to ...
... doubt excels the Old- World bird in the variety and compass of its powers . The two birds belong to totally distinct families , there being no American species which answers to the Eu- ropean nightingale , as there are that answer to ...
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... doubt to use it as a kind of guide - book to the intricacies and harmonies of the song . He reported not having heard any larks , though I have little doubt they were soaring and singing about him all the time , though of course they ...
... doubt to use it as a kind of guide - book to the intricacies and harmonies of the song . He reported not having heard any larks , though I have little doubt they were soaring and singing about him all the time , though of course they ...
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... doubt , destined to figure in the future poetical litera- ture of the Yellowstone . Throughout the northern and eastern parts of the Union the lark would find a dangerous rival in the bobolink , a bird that has no European prototype ...
... doubt , destined to figure in the future poetical litera- ture of the Yellowstone . Throughout the northern and eastern parts of the Union the lark would find a dangerous rival in the bobolink , a bird that has no European prototype ...
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... think the prospects now are of his gradual exter- mination , as gunners and sportsmen are clearly on the increase , while the limit of the bird's productivity in the North has no doubt been reached long ago BIRDS AND POETS . 27.
... think the prospects now are of his gradual exter- mination , as gunners and sportsmen are clearly on the increase , while the limit of the bird's productivity in the North has no doubt been reached long ago BIRDS AND POETS . 27.
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With Other Papers John Burroughs. in the North has no doubt been reached long ago . There are no more meadows to be added to his do- main there , while he is being waylaid and cut off more and more on his return to the South . It is ...
With Other Papers John Burroughs. in the North has no doubt been reached long ago . There are no more meadows to be added to his do- main there , while he is being waylaid and cut off more and more on his return to the South . It is ...
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Стр. 23 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Стр. 23 - 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. 222 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Стр. 30 - Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours.
Стр. 22 - Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun.
Стр. 45 - Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night When the loosed storm breaks furiously? My driftwood -fire will burn so bright ! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky : For are we not God's children both, Thou, little sandpiper, and I ? CELIA THAXTER.
Стр. 31 - 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. 32 - 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. 250 - 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.
Стр. 31 - 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.