Birds and Poets: With Other PapersHurd and Houghton, 1877 - 263 Seiten |
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... falling like the wind in a storm , as they circle above the beach , or dip to the dash of the are much more welcome in certain moods than any and all mere bird - melodies , in keeping as they are with the shaggy and untamed features of ...
... falling like the wind in a storm , as they circle above the beach , or dip to the dash of the are much more welcome in certain moods than any and all mere bird - melodies , in keeping as they are with the shaggy and untamed features of ...
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... and full rather than melodious , -a ca- pricious , long - continued warble , doubling and redoub- ling , rising and falling , issuing from the groves and the great gardens , and associated in the minds of BIRDS AND POETS . 15.
... and full rather than melodious , -a ca- pricious , long - continued warble , doubling and redoub- ling , rising and falling , issuing from the groves and the great gardens , and associated in the minds of BIRDS AND POETS . 15.
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... fall and winter , belong to this species , and are said to sing on the wing in a similar strain . Common enough in our woods are two birds that have many of the habits and manners of the lark the water - thrush and the golden - crowned ...
... fall and winter , belong to this species , and are said to sing on the wing in a similar strain . Common enough in our woods are two birds that have many of the habits and manners of the lark the water - thrush and the golden - crowned ...
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... fall that first note of his in early spring- called the violet of sound and as welcome to the ear heard above the cold damp earth , as is its floral type to the eye a few weeks later . Lowell's two lines come nearer the mark : - " The ...
... fall that first note of his in early spring- called the violet of sound and as welcome to the ear heard above the cold damp earth , as is its floral type to the eye a few weeks later . Lowell's two lines come nearer the mark : - " The ...
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... fall or make a mistake . Nature does not care whether the hunter slay the beast or the beast the hunter ; she will make good compost of them both , and her ends are prospered whichever succeed . " If the red slayer thinks he slays , Or ...
... fall or make a mistake . Nature does not care whether the hunter slay the beast or the beast the hunter ; she will make good compost of them both , and her ends are prospered whichever succeed . " If the red slayer thinks he slays , Or ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
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 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.
Seite 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.
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 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.
Seite 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.