Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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Page 63
... means to her own private ends . What a bribe or a wage is the pulp of these delicacies to all creatures to come and sow their seed ! And Nature has taken care to make the seed indigestible , so that though the fruit be eaten , the germ ...
... means to her own private ends . What a bribe or a wage is the pulp of these delicacies to all creatures to come and sow their seed ! And Nature has taken care to make the seed indigestible , so that though the fruit be eaten , the germ ...
Page 65
... mean to say is , we cannot put our finger upon this or that , and say here is the end of Nature . The Infinite cannot be measured . The plan of Nature is so immense - but she has no plan , no scheme , but to go on and on for ever . What ...
... mean to say is , we cannot put our finger upon this or that , and say here is the end of Nature . The Infinite cannot be measured . The plan of Nature is so immense - but she has no plan , no scheme , but to go on and on for ever . What ...
Page 70
... mean- ing and mystery of the bird ? It is my privilege to number among my friends a man who has passed his life in cities amid the throngs of men , who never goes to the woods or to the country , or hunts or fishes , and yet he is the ...
... mean- ing and mystery of the bird ? It is my privilege to number among my friends a man who has passed his life in cities amid the throngs of men , who never goes to the woods or to the country , or hunts or fishes , and yet he is the ...
Page 103
... means ; yet I have found sparrows and vireos in the fields and woods dead or dying , that bore no marks of violence ; and I remember that once in my childhood a red - bird fell down in the yard exhausted and was brought in by the girl ...
... means ; yet I have found sparrows and vireos in the fields and woods dead or dying , that bore no marks of violence ; and I remember that once in my childhood a red - bird fell down in the yard exhausted and was brought in by the girl ...
Page 117
... means the best way to scratch . The white - throats often sing during their sojourning in both fall and spring ; but only on one occasion have I ever heard any part of the song of the white - crowned , and that proceeded from what I ...
... means the best way to scratch . The white - throats often sing during their sojourning in both fall and spring ; but only on one occasion have I ever heard any part of the song of the white - crowned , and that proceeded from what I ...
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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.