Songs of NatureJohn Burroughs Doubleday, Page & Company, 1901 - 359 páginas |
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... comes back after all to one's likes or dislikes . One may think he is try- ing the poem by the standard of the best that has been done in this line while he is only trying it by his own conception of that standard . So much of that ...
... comes back after all to one's likes or dislikes . One may think he is try- ing the poem by the standard of the best that has been done in this line while he is only trying it by his own conception of that standard . So much of that ...
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... leisure ! O , how innocent our pleasure ! O ye valleys ! O ye mountains ! O ye groves , and crystal fountains ! How I love , at liberty , By turns to come and visit ye ! I Dear solitude , the soul's best friend , That man ...
... leisure ! O , how innocent our pleasure ! O ye valleys ! O ye mountains ! O ye groves , and crystal fountains ! How I love , at liberty , By turns to come and visit ye ! I Dear solitude , the soul's best friend , That man ...
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... comes a shower of rain , - Retreats to his small domicile again . Touch but a tip of him , a horn , - ' tis well , - He curls up in his sanctuary shell . He's his own landlord , his own tenant ; stay Long as he will , he dreads no ...
... comes a shower of rain , - Retreats to his small domicile again . Touch but a tip of him , a horn , - ' tis well , - He curls up in his sanctuary shell . He's his own landlord , his own tenant ; stay Long as he will , he dreads no ...
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... come , trace The epitaph of glory fled , — For now the Earth has changed its face , A frown is on the Heaven's brow . We wandered to the pine forest That skirts the Ocean's foam ; The lightest wind was in its nest , The tempest in its ...
... come , trace The epitaph of glory fled , — For now the Earth has changed its face , A frown is on the Heaven's brow . We wandered to the pine forest That skirts the Ocean's foam ; The lightest wind was in its nest , The tempest in its ...
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... come away ! Fairer far than this fair Day , Which , like thee to those in sorrow Comes to bid a sweet good - mor- row To the rough Year just awake In its cradle on the brake . The brightest hour of unborn Spring Through the winter ...
... come away ! Fairer far than this fair Day , Which , like thee to those in sorrow Comes to bid a sweet good - mor- row To the rough Year just awake In its cradle on the brake . The brightest hour of unborn Spring Through the winter ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfred Tennyson apple-tree arbutus autumn beauty beneath bird bloom blossoms blow blue bobolink boughs breast breath breeze bright Brit brown buds calm cardinal bird Caty-did Celia Thaxter Charles G. D. Roberts clouds creeping everywhere dark dear deep dost doth dream earth flowers forest glad gleam gold golden grass gray Hamlin Garland hast hath hear the rain heard heart heaven Henry hills hour John Townsend Trowbridge leaves light lonely lover moon morn mountain murmuring nest never night we wake o'er poems Richard Watson Gilder Robert Burns round shade shadows shine shore silent sing sleep snow soft song soul Spring stars stream summer sweet thee thine Thomas Thomas Bailey Aldrich thrush trees unseen voice wake and hear Walt Whitman wandering waves wild William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods yellow
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Página 10 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 179 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 51 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Página 280 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Página 123 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 116 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Página 134 - Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Página 5 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Página 137 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Página 4 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields, with bread, "Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.