Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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... heard the twittering of the swallows , the cry of the plover , the voice of the turtle , and the warble of the nightingale ; but they were not adequate symbols to express what he felt or to adorn his theme . Eschylus saw in the eagle ...
... heard the twittering of the swallows , the cry of the plover , the voice of the turtle , and the warble of the nightingale ; but they were not adequate symbols to express what he felt or to adorn his theme . Eschylus saw in the eagle ...
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... heard , and shady grove to float . " Still another 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 ...
... heard , and shady grove to float . " Still another 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 ...
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... heard all through the sultry summer night , at times low and plaintive , then full and strong . A friend of Thoreau and a careful observer , who has resided in Florida , tells me that this bird is a much more marvellous singer than it ...
... heard all through the sultry summer night , at times low and plaintive , then full and strong . A friend of Thoreau and a careful observer , who has resided in Florida , tells me that this bird is a much more marvellous singer than it ...
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... heard at intervals , the remaining one , the he - bird , The solitary guest from Alabama . Blow ! blow ! blow ! Blow up , sea - winds , along Paumanok's shore ! I wait and I wait , till you blow my mate to me . Yes , when the stars ...
... heard at intervals , the remaining one , the he - bird , The solitary guest from Alabama . Blow ! blow ! blow ! Blow up , sea - winds , along Paumanok's shore ! I wait and I wait , till you blow my mate to me . Yes , when the stars ...
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... heard my mate respond- ing to me , So faint - I must be still , be still to listen ; But not altogether still , for then she might not come immediately to me . Hither , my love ! Here I am ! Here BIRDS AND POETS . 23.
... heard my mate respond- ing to me , So faint - I must be still , be still to listen ; But not altogether still , for then she might not come immediately to me . Hither , my love ! Here I am ! Here BIRDS AND POETS . 23.
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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.