Birds and Poets. With Other PapersD. Douglas, 1884 - 313 pages |
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... character ; and as I have confided to my reader what pleased and engaged me beyond my four walls , to show him what absorbs and delights me inside those walls ; espe- cially as I have aimed to bring my outdoor spirit and method within ...
... character ; and as I have confided to my reader what pleased and engaged me beyond my four walls , to show him what absorbs and delights me inside those walls ; espe- cially as I have aimed to bring my outdoor spirit and method within ...
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... character ” —and the singleness of purpose , the enthusiasm , the unworldliness , the love , that character- ises the true and divine race of bards . So had Wilson , though perhaps not in as large.
... character ” —and the singleness of purpose , the enthusiasm , the unworldliness , the love , that character- ises the true and divine race of bards . So had Wilson , though perhaps not in as large.
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... character of the times and the simple , powerful souls of the singers themselves . Homer must have heard the ... characters the music of nature is not confined to sweet sounds . The defiant scream of the hawk circling aloft , the wild ...
... character of the times and the simple , powerful souls of the singers themselves . Homer must have heard the ... characters the music of nature is not confined to sweet sounds . The defiant scream of the hawk circling aloft , the wild ...
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... character comes out . In Alabama a Florida its song may be heard all throug the sultry summer night , at times low an plaintive , then full and strong . A friend Thoreau and a careful observer , who ha resided in Florida , tells me that ...
... character comes out . In Alabama a Florida its song may be heard all throug the sultry summer night , at times low an plaintive , then full and strong . A friend Thoreau and a careful observer , who ha resided in Florida , tells me that ...
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... character . It is also worthy of note that the owl appears to be a greater favourite with the poets than the proud soaring hawk . The owl is doubtless the more human and pictur- esque bird ; then he belongs to the night and its weird ...
... character . It is also worthy of note that the owl appears to be a greater favourite with the poets than the proud soaring hawk . The owl is doubtless the more human and pictur- esque bird ; then he belongs to the night and its weird ...
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Æschylus æsthetic April artist beauty behold beneath bird blood bobolink breath Burroughs character charm chee colour creature cuckoo DAVID DOUGLAS delight earth Emerson emotional face fact feeling fields hear heard heart herd human intellectual JOHN BURROUGHS lark larvæ Leaves of Grass less light literary literature living look loon loud master mate melody mind mocking-bird morning mountain musical Nature nest never night nightingale Pe-wee perhaps person phrenology plumage poems poet poetic poetry purple finch reader robin sandpiper season seems Shakespeare sing snow song songster soul sound sparrow species spirit spring strong summer swallows sweet Tennyson thee things Thoreau thou thought thrush tion Titmouse trees utter voice W. D. HOWELLS Walt Whitman whole wild Wilson Flagg wings winter wonder woods
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Page 26 - 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.
Page 27 - 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 257 - 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...
Page 27 - 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 37 - 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 38 - 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 252 - Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Page 13 - I never hear the loud, solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of grey plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry.
Page 151 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 27 - 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...