Birds and Poets: With Other PapersHurd and Houghton, 1877 - 263 páginas |
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... force her , " but it seems to me the nurserymen really force her . They cut off the head of a savage and clap on the head of a fine gentleman , and the crab becomes a Swaar or a Bald- win . Or is it a kind of deception practiced upon ...
... force her , " but it seems to me the nurserymen really force her . They cut off the head of a savage and clap on the head of a fine gentleman , and the crab becomes a Swaar or a Bald- win . Or is it a kind of deception practiced upon ...
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... force of the remark . We learn the tremendous doctrine of metamorphosis from the insect world ; and have not the bee and the ant taught man wisdom from the first ? I was highly edified the past summer by observing the ways and doings of ...
... force of the remark . We learn the tremendous doctrine of metamorphosis from the insect world ; and have not the bee and the ant taught man wisdom from the first ? I was highly edified the past summer by observing the ways and doings of ...
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... forces , and were now moving with augmented speed , and with a resolution that was epic and grand . Talk about the railroad dispelling the romance from the landscape ; if it does , it brings the heroic element in . The moving train is a ...
... forces , and were now moving with augmented speed , and with a resolution that was epic and grand . Talk about the railroad dispelling the romance from the landscape ; if it does , it brings the heroic element in . The moving train is a ...
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... forces , and a regular fight ensued , one boy here also losing his life from the encounter . Every village and settlement is at times the scene of these youthful collisions . When a new boy ap- pears in the village , or at the country ...
... forces , and a regular fight ensued , one boy here also losing his life from the encounter . Every village and settlement is at times the scene of these youthful collisions . When a new boy ap- pears in the village , or at the country ...
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... force the earth renews , The wealth of forms , the flush of hues ; Joy shed in rosy waves abroad Flows from the heart of Love , the Lord . " But this is not spring in the blood . Among the works of our young and rising poets , I am not ...
... force the earth renews , The wealth of forms , the flush of hues ; Joy shed in rosy waves abroad Flows from the heart of Love , the Lord . " But this is not spring in the blood . Among the works of our young and rising poets , I am not ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Abraham Lincoln April beauty behold beneath bird blood bobolink breath character charm color comes creature crow cuckoo delight doubt earth Emerson emotional especially face fact feeling fields hear heard heart herd human intellectual kind lark larvæ Leaves of Grass light literary literature living look loon loud manner master mate melody mind mocking-bird morning Nature nest never night nightingale Pe-wee perhaps person phrenology plumage poems poet poetic poetry purple finch race reader robin sandpiper season seems Shakespeare sing snow song songster sorbed soul sound sparrow spirit spring stand strong succotash summer swallows sweet thee things Thoreau thou thought thrush tion Titmouse traits trees true utter voice Walt Whitman whole wild Wilson Flagg wings winter wonder woods
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Página 23 - 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.
Página 23 - 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...
Página 222 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Página 30 - Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours.
Página 22 - Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun.
Página 45 - Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night When the loosed storm breaks furiously? My driftwood -fire will burn so bright ! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky : For are we not God's children both, Thou, little sandpiper, and I ? CELIA THAXTER.
Página 31 - 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.
Página 32 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Página 250 - 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.
Página 31 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.