The Writings of John Burroughs: The breath of lifeHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1895 - Natural history |
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... Whitman's " Out of the cradle endlessly rocking , " in which the mockingbird plays a part . The poet's treatment of the bird is entirely ideal and eminently characteristic . That is to say , it is altogether poetical and not at all ...
... Whitman's " Out of the cradle endlessly rocking , " in which the mockingbird plays a part . The poet's treatment of the bird is entirely ideal and eminently characteristic . That is to say , it is altogether poetical and not at all ...
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... Whitman ; but Emerson is balked by the cloud of materials , the din and dust of action , and the moving armies , in which the god comes envel- oped . But Emerson has his difficulties with all the poets . Homer is too literal , Milton ...
... Whitman ; but Emerson is balked by the cloud of materials , the din and dust of action , and the moving armies , in which the god comes envel- oped . But Emerson has his difficulties with all the poets . Homer is too literal , Milton ...
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... de- light in him ; if not , or neither of them , you will make little of him . And I do not see why this should not be just as true any time hence as at present . X THE FLIGHT OF THE EAGLE TO WALT WHITMAN " 184 BIRDS AND POETS.
... de- light in him ; if not , or neither of them , you will make little of him . And I do not see why this should not be just as true any time hence as at present . X THE FLIGHT OF THE EAGLE TO WALT WHITMAN " 184 BIRDS AND POETS.
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John Burroughs. X THE FLIGHT OF THE EAGLE TO WALT WHITMAN " I , thirty - six years old , in perfect health , begin , Hoping to cease not till death . " CHANTS DEMOCRATIC . They say that thou art sick , art growing old , Thou Poet of ...
John Burroughs. X THE FLIGHT OF THE EAGLE TO WALT WHITMAN " I , thirty - six years old , in perfect health , begin , Hoping to cease not till death . " CHANTS DEMOCRATIC . They say that thou art sick , art growing old , Thou Poet of ...
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John Burroughs. It is now upwards of twenty years since Walt Whitman printed ( in 1855 ) his first thin beginning volume of " Leaves of Grass ; " and , holding him to the test which he himself early proclaimed , namely , " that the proof ...
John Burroughs. It is now upwards of twenty years since Walt Whitman printed ( in 1855 ) his first thin beginning volume of " Leaves of Grass ; " and , holding him to the test which he himself early proclaimed , namely , " that the proof ...
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Page 15 - 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 22 - 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. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Page 110 - 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.
Page 22 - 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. O blessed Bird! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial, faery place; That is fit home for Thee...
Page 14 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 37 - 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...
Page 23 - 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 221 - 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. Arise and fly The reeling Faun, the sensual feast; Move upward, working out the beast, And let the ape and tiger die.
Page 221 - They say The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man...
Page 6 - 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!