Birds and Poets. With Other PapersD. Douglas, 1884 - 313 pages |
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... singing , lyrical quality essentially masculine ? ) Keats and Shelley , perhaps , more notably than any other English poets , have the bird - organisa- tion and the piercing wild - bird cry . This of course is not saying that they are ...
... singing , lyrical quality essentially masculine ? ) Keats and Shelley , perhaps , more notably than any other English poets , have the bird - organisa- tion and the piercing wild - bird cry . This of course is not saying that they are ...
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... 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 seventh sup- plied ; The midday songster of the ...
... 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 seventh sup- plied ; The midday songster of the ...
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... sing'st as if the god of wine Had helped thee to a valentine ; A song in mockery and despite Of shades , and dews , and silent night , And steady bliss , and all the loves Now sleeping in these peaceful groves . " In a like vein ...
... sing'st as if the god of wine Had helped thee to a valentine ; A song in mockery and despite Of shades , and dews , and silent night , And steady bliss , and all the loves Now sleeping in these peaceful groves . " In a like vein ...
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... singing on the wing on moonligi nights , that would be worth going Southa hear . Starting from a low bush , it moun in the air , and continues its flight apparent to an altitude of several hundred feet , r maining on the wing a number ...
... singing on the wing on moonligi nights , that would be worth going Southa hear . Starting from a low bush , it moun in the air , and continues its flight apparent to an altitude of several hundred feet , r maining on the wing a number ...
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... singing and calling through the night for its lost mate - that I consider quite unmatched in our literature . " Once , Paumanok , When the snows had melted , and the Fifth- month grass was growing , Up this sea - shore , in some briers ...
... singing and calling through the night for its lost mate - that I consider quite unmatched in our literature . " Once , Paumanok , When the snows had melted , and the Fifth- month grass was growing , Up this sea - shore , in some briers ...
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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...