Birds and Poets: With Other PapersHurd and Houghton, 1877 - 263 Seiten |
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... morning , with- out feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry . " Even the Greek minor poets , the swarm of them that are represented in the Greek Anthology , rarely make affectionate mention of the birds ...
... morning , with- out feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry . " Even the Greek minor poets , the swarm of them that are represented in the Greek Anthology , rarely make affectionate mention of the birds ...
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... morning , Thou art laughing and scorning , Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest ; And , though little troubled with sloth , Drunken lark ! thou wouldst be loth " To be such a traveler as I. Happy , happy liver ! With a soul as ...
... morning , Thou art laughing and scorning , Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest ; And , though little troubled with sloth , Drunken lark ! thou wouldst be loth " To be such a traveler as I. Happy , happy liver ! With a soul as ...
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... morning , for instance , when I saw the belated trains go by , and knew how they had been battling with storm , darkness , and distance , and had triumphed . They were due at my place in the night , but did not pass till after eight o ...
... morning , for instance , when I saw the belated trains go by , and knew how they had been battling with storm , darkness , and distance , and had triumphed . They were due at my place in the night , but did not pass till after eight o ...
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... mornings see its glancing , meteoric lights , or in summer its white form bursting through the silence and the shadows , its plume of smoke lying flat upon its roofs and stretching far behind a sight better than a battle . It is ...
... mornings see its glancing , meteoric lights , or in summer its white form bursting through the silence and the shadows , its plume of smoke lying flat upon its roofs and stretching far behind a sight better than a battle . It is ...
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... morning , was pleasant music . But I find the sound of the mowing - machine and the patent reaper are even more in tune with the voices of nature at this season . The characteristic sounds of midsummer are the sharp , whirring crescendo ...
... morning , was pleasant music . But I find the sound of the mowing - machine and the patent reaper are even more in tune with the voices of nature at this season . The characteristic sounds of midsummer are the sharp , whirring crescendo ...
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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.