Birds and Poets: With Other PapersHurd and Houghton, 1877 - Всего страниц: 263 |
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... give my mate back again , if you only would ; For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way I look . O rising stars ! Perhaps the one want so much will rise , will rise with some of you . O throat ! O trembling throat ! Sound ...
... give my mate back again , if you only would ; For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way I look . O rising stars ! Perhaps the one want so much will rise , will rise with some of you . O throat ! O trembling throat ! Sound ...
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... give entire : - " Up with me ! up with me , into the clouds ! For thy song , lark , is strong ; Up with me , up with me , into the clouds ! Singing , singing , With all the heavens about thee ringing , Lift me , guide me till I find ...
... give entire : - " Up with me ! up with me , into the clouds ! For thy song , lark , is strong ; Up with me , up with me , into the clouds ! Singing , singing , With all the heavens about thee ringing , Lift me , guide me till I find ...
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... gives a wide berth to little ones . The best beloved of them all is the phobe - bird , one of the firstlings of the spring , of whom so many of our poets have made affectionate mention . The wood - pewee is the sweetest voiced , and not ...
... gives a wide berth to little ones . The best beloved of them all is the phobe - bird , one of the firstlings of the spring , of whom so many of our poets have made affectionate mention . The wood - pewee is the sweetest voiced , and not ...
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... give out the are pitched in about the same key . are the same ; so are their quaintness and scorn of rhetoric . Thoreau has the drier humor , as might be expected , and is less stomachic . There is more juice and unction in Lamb , but ...
... give out the are pitched in about the same key . are the same ; so are their quaintness and scorn of rhetoric . Thoreau has the drier humor , as might be expected , and is less stomachic . There is more juice and unction in Lamb , but ...
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... which heat is stored during the summer , and they give it out again during the fall and early winter . The early frosts keep well back from the Hudson , skulking behind the ridges , and hardly come over in TOUCHES OF NATURE . 69.
... which heat is stored during the summer , and they give it out again during the fall and early winter . The early frosts keep well back from the Hudson , skulking behind the ridges , and hardly come over in TOUCHES OF NATURE . 69.
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Abraham Lincoln April beauty behold beneath bird blood bobolink breath character charm color comes creature crow cuckoo delight doubt earth Emerson emotional especially face fact feeling fields hear heard heart herd human intellectual kind lark larvæ Leaves of Grass light literary literature living look loon loud manner master mate melody mind mocking-bird morning Nature nest never night nightingale Pe-wee perhaps person phrenology plumage poems poet poetic poetry purple finch race reader robin sandpiper season seems Shakespeare sing snow song songster sorbed soul sound sparrow spirit spring stand strong succotash summer swallows sweet thee things Thoreau thou thought thrush tion Titmouse traits trees true utter voice Walt Whitman whole wild Wilson Flagg wings winter wonder woods
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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.