Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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... singing , lyrical quality essentially masculine ? ) Keats and Shelley , perhaps , more notably than any other English poets , have the bird - organisa- tion and the piercing wild - bird cry . This of course is not saying that they are ...
... singing , lyrical quality essentially masculine ? ) Keats and Shelley , perhaps , more notably than any other English poets , have the bird - organisa- tion and the piercing wild - bird cry . This of course is not saying that they are ...
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... sings how a grasshopper took the place of a broken string on his lyre , and " filled the cadence due . " " For while six chords beneath my fingers cried , He with his tuneful voice the seventh sup- plied ; The midday songster of the ...
... sings how a grasshopper took the place of a broken string on his lyre , and " filled the cadence due . " " For while six chords beneath my fingers cried , He with his tuneful voice the seventh sup- plied ; The midday songster of the ...
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... sing'st as if the god of wine Had helped thee to a valentine ; A song in mockery and despite Of shades , and dews , and silent night , And steady bliss , and all the loves Now sleeping in these peaceful groves . " In a like vein ...
... sing'st as if the god of wine Had helped thee to a valentine ; A song in mockery and despite Of shades , and dews , and silent night , And steady bliss , and all the loves Now sleeping in these peaceful groves . " In a like vein ...
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... singing on the wing on moonlight nights , that would be worth going South to hear . Starting from a low bush , it mounts in the air , and continues its flight apparently to an altitude of several hundred feet , re- maining on the wing a ...
... singing on the wing on moonlight nights , that would be worth going South to hear . Starting from a low bush , it mounts in the air , and continues its flight apparently to an altitude of several hundred feet , re- maining on the wing a ...
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... singing and calling through the night for its lost mate - that I consider quite unmatched in our literature . " Once , Paumanok , When the snows had melted , and the Fifth- month grass was growing , Up this sea - shore , in some briers ...
... singing and calling through the night for its lost mate - that I consider quite unmatched in our literature . " Once , Paumanok , When the snows had melted , and the Fifth- month grass was growing , Up this sea - shore , in some briers ...
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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.