Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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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 honours 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 honours 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 crea- ture 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 ...
... face . I recently heard of an ingenious method a certain other simple and slow - going crea- ture 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 ...
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... face , and inquire 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 inquire 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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American pipit April artist beauty behold bird blood bobolink breath Burroughs character charm colour cracy creature cuckoo delight doubt earth Emerson emotional fact feeling fields hear heard heart heaven heaven's gate herd human intellectual kind lark larvæ Leaves of Grass less light literary literature living look loon loud master mate meadows melody mind mocking-bird morning musical Nature nest never night nightingale Pe-wee perhaps person plumage poems poet poetic poetry purple finch race reader Robert of Lincoln robin sandpiper season seems Shakespeare sing skylark snow song songster soul sound sparrow species spirit spring stanzas summer swallows sweet thee things Thoreau thou thought thrush tion Titmouse traits trees voice W. D. HOWELLS Walt Whitman whole wild Wilson Flagg wings winter woods
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Page 25 - 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...
Page 25 - 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.
Page 238 - I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now...
Page 33 - Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; 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.
Page 281 - Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd me. Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.
Page 33 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Page 14 - Less Philomel will deign a song In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Page 25 - 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 clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind...
Page 283 - Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth - rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
Page 40 - Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds Stand out the white lighthouses high. Almost as far as eye can reach I see the close-reefed vessels fly, As fast we flit along the beach, — One little sandpiper and I.