Birds and Poets: With Other PapersHurd and Houghton, 1877 - Всего страниц: 263 |
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... face at the angle of a turn - up nose , and most of them wear a black cap pulled well down over their eyes . Their heads are large , neck and legs short , and elbows sharp . The wild Irishman of them all is the great crested fly ...
... face at the angle of a turn - up nose , and most of them wear a black cap pulled well down over their eyes . Their heads are large , neck and legs short , and elbows sharp . The wild Irishman of them all is the great crested fly ...
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... faces . ' " This poet , though he lived apart , Moved by his hospitable heart , Sped , when I passed his sylvan fort , To do the honors of his court , As fits a feathered lord of land ; Flew near , with soft wing grazed my hand , Hopped ...
... faces . ' " This poet , though he lived apart , Moved by his hospitable heart , Sped , when I passed his sylvan fort , To do the honors of his court , As fits a feathered lord of land ; Flew near , with soft wing grazed my hand , Hopped ...
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... face . I recently heard of an ingenious method a certain other simple and slow going creature has of baffling its enemy . A friend of mine was walking in the fields when he saw a commotion in the grass a few yards off . Approaching the ...
... face . I recently heard of an ingenious method a certain other simple and slow going creature has of baffling its enemy . A friend of mine was walking in the fields when he saw a commotion in the grass a few yards off . Approaching the ...
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... face , and in- quire very plainly what my business might be up there . I bowed my head , being at the top of a twenty foot ladder , and had nothing to say . The cotton was chewed and moistened about the edges till every fibre was ...
... face , and in- quire very plainly what my business might be up there . I bowed my head , being at the top of a twenty foot ladder , and had nothing to say . The cotton was chewed and moistened about the edges till every fibre was ...
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... 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 landscape because they cannot paint the human face . If we could look into the eyes of a man as ...
... 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 landscape because they cannot paint the human face . If we could look into the eyes of a man as ...
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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.