Birds and Poets: With Other PapersHurd and Houghton, 1877 - 263 Seiten |
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... line- -- " Hark , bark , the lark at heaven's gate sings , " or John Lyly's , his contemporary , " Who is ' t now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she ...
... line- -- " Hark , bark , the lark at heaven's gate sings , " or John Lyly's , his contemporary , " Who is ' t now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she ...
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... lines " To a Water - fowl , " a subject so well suited to the peculiar , simple , and deliberate motion of his mind ; at the same time it is fit that the poet who sings of " The Planting of the Apple - tree , " should render into words ...
... lines " To a Water - fowl , " a subject so well suited to the peculiar , simple , and deliberate motion of his mind ; at the same time it is fit that the poet who sings of " The Planting of the Apple - tree , " should render into words ...
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... call , and not a passionate summer songster . His lines have little melody to the ear , but they have the vigor and distinctness of all pure and compact things . They are like the needles of the pine- " the snow 40 BIRDS AND POETS .
... call , and not a passionate summer songster . His lines have little melody to the ear , but they have the vigor and distinctness of all pure and compact things . They are like the needles of the pine- " the snow 40 BIRDS AND POETS .
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... weeks later . Lowell's two lines come nearer the mark : " The bluebird , shifting his light load of song From post to post along the cheerless fence . " ! Or the first swallow that comes twittering up the BIRDS AND POETS . 45.
... weeks later . Lowell's two lines come nearer the mark : " The bluebird , shifting his light load of song From post to post along the cheerless fence . " ! Or the first swallow that comes twittering up the BIRDS AND POETS . 45.
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... line of coaches hauled by two engines . They had come from the West , were all covered with snow and ice , like soldiers with the dust of battle upon them . They had massed their forces , and were now moving with augmented speed , and ...
... line of coaches hauled by two engines . They had come from the West , were all covered with snow and ice , like soldiers with the dust of battle upon them . They had massed their forces , and were now moving with augmented speed , and ...
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Abraham Lincoln April beauty behold beneath bird blood bobolink breath character charm color comes creature cuckoo delight doubt earth Emerson emotional especially face fact feeling fields hear heard heart herd human intellectual kind lark larvæ Leaves of Grass less 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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Seite 128 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 46 - 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 125 - Now fades the last long streak of snow; Now burgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares ; and thick By ashen roots the violets blow. Now rings the woodland loud and long ; • The distance takes a lovelier hue; And drowned in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song.
Seite 252 - Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it. For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care. \ All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.
Seite 67 - All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow!
Seite 32 - Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat, Poor robin redbreast tunes his note; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing, Cuckoo to welcome in the spring!
Seite 251 - In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows and the great monsters lying low...
Seite 129 - Love, now an universal birth, From heart to heart is stealing, From earth to man, from man to earth, — It is the hour of feeling. One moment now may give us more Than fifty years of reason ; Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season.