The Writings of John Burroughs: The breath of lifeHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1895 - Natural history |
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... nearly all the more noted English poets have sung her praises . To the melancholy poet she is melancholy , and to the cheerful she is cheerful . Shakespeare in one of his sonnets speaks of her song as mournful , while Martial calls her ...
... nearly all the more noted English poets have sung her praises . To the melancholy poet she is melancholy , and to the cheerful she is cheerful . Shakespeare in one of his sonnets speaks of her song as mournful , while Martial calls her ...
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... nearly all alike and all in the same key , but rapid , swarming , prodigal , show- ering down as thick and fast as drops of rain in a summer shower . وو Many noted poets have sung the praises of the lark , or been kindled by his example ...
... nearly all alike and all in the same key , but rapid , swarming , prodigal , show- ering down as thick and fast as drops of rain in a summer shower . وو Many noted poets have sung the praises of the lark , or been kindled by his example ...
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... nearly every bird that flies , from crows down to sparrows . They swarm about him like flies , and literally mob him back into his dusky retreat . Silence is as the breath of his nostrils to him , and the uproar that greets him when he ...
... nearly every bird that flies , from crows down to sparrows . They swarm about him like flies , and literally mob him back into his dusky retreat . Silence is as the breath of his nostrils to him , and the uproar that greets him when he ...
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... was the first paper - maker , and holds the original patent . The paper it makes is about like that of the newspaper ; nearly as firm , and made woody fibres And there is of essentially the same material 46 BIRDS AND POETS.
... was the first paper - maker , and holds the original patent . The paper it makes is about like that of the newspaper ; nearly as firm , and made woody fibres And there is of essentially the same material 46 BIRDS AND POETS.
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... nearly all our humorous writers seem impressed with the conviction that their own dignity and self - respect require them to look down upon what they portray . But it is only little men who look down upon anything or speak down to ...
... nearly all our humorous writers seem impressed with the conviction that their own dignity and self - respect require them to look down upon what they portray . But it is only little men who look down upon anything or speak down to ...
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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!