Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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... is not confined to sweet sounds . The defiant scream of the hawk circling aloft , the wild whinny of the loon , the whooping of the crane , the booming of the bittern , the vulpine bark of the eagle , the 12 BIRDS AND POETS .
... is not confined to sweet sounds . The defiant scream of the hawk circling aloft , the wild whinny of the loon , the whooping of the crane , the booming of the bittern , the vulpine bark of the eagle , the 12 BIRDS AND POETS .
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... sounds from the choir of grass- hoppers . " One of the poets in the Antho- logy finds a grasshopper struggling in a spider's web , which he releases with the words- " Go safe and free with your sweet voice of song . " Another one makes ...
... sounds from the choir of grass- hoppers . " One of the poets in the Antho- logy finds a grasshopper struggling in a spider's web , which he releases with the words- " Go safe and free with your sweet voice of song . " Another one makes ...
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... sounds . Here are both the lark and nightingale in one ; and if poets were as plentiful down South as they are in New England , we should have heard of this song long ago , and had it celebrated in appropriate verse . But so far only ...
... sounds . Here are both the lark and nightingale in one ; and if poets were as plentiful down South as they are in New England , we should have heard of this song long ago , and had it celebrated in appropriate verse . But so far only ...
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... sound of the sea , And at night , under the full of the moon , in calmer weather , Over the hoarse surging of the sea , Or flitting from brier to brier by day , I saw , I heard at intervals , the remaining one , the he - bird , The ...
... sound of the sea , And at night , under the full of the moon , in calmer weather , Over the hoarse surging of the sea , Or flitting from brier to brier by day , I saw , I heard at intervals , the remaining one , the he - bird , The ...
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... Sound clearer through the atmosphere ! Pierce the woods , the earth ; Somewhere listening to catch you , must be the one I want . Shake out , carols ! Solitary here - the night's carols ! Carols of lonesome love ! Death's carols ...
... Sound clearer through the atmosphere ! Pierce the woods , the earth ; Somewhere listening to catch you , must be the one I want . Shake out , carols ! Solitary here - the night's carols ! Carols of lonesome love ! Death's carols ...
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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.