Songs of NatureJohn Burroughs Doubleday, Page & Company, 1901 - 359 páginas |
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... bird that seeketh its mother's nest ; And a mother she was , and is , to me ; For I was born on the open sea ! The waves were white , and red the morn , In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the whale it whistled , the porpoise roll'd ...
... bird that seeketh its mother's nest ; And a mother she was , and is , to me ; For I was born on the open sea ! The waves were white , and red the morn , In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the whale it whistled , the porpoise roll'd ...
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... bird can be , For the red buds only Fill the red rose - tree ; Just as buds and blossoms blow He'll begin his tune , When all is green and roses glow Underneath the moon . Nowhere in the valleys Will the wind be still , Everything is ...
... bird can be , For the red buds only Fill the red rose - tree ; Just as buds and blossoms blow He'll begin his tune , When all is green and roses glow Underneath the moon . Nowhere in the valleys Will the wind be still , Everything is ...
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... CARDINAL BIRD By William Davis Gallagher DAY and then a week passed by : The redbird hanging from the sill Sang not ; and all were wondering why It was so still When one bright morning , loud and clear , Its whistle smote my drowsy ear ...
... CARDINAL BIRD By William Davis Gallagher DAY and then a week passed by : The redbird hanging from the sill Sang not ; and all were wondering why It was so still When one bright morning , loud and clear , Its whistle smote my drowsy ear ...
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... bird , the brook , the flower , the tree , - Came back again , as thus I heard The cardinal bird . Where maple orchards towered aloft , And spicewood bushes spread below , Where skies were blue , and winds were soft , I could but go ...
... bird , the brook , the flower , the tree , - Came back again , as thus I heard The cardinal bird . Where maple orchards towered aloft , And spicewood bushes spread below , Where skies were blue , and winds were soft , I could but go ...
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... cardinal bird . And on the slope , above the rill That wound among the sugar - trees , I heard them at their labors still , The murmuring bees : Bold foragers ! that come and go Without permit from friend or foe ; In the tall tulip ...
... cardinal bird . And on the slope , above the rill That wound among the sugar - trees , I heard them at their labors still , The murmuring bees : Bold foragers ! that come and go Without permit from friend or foe ; In the tall tulip ...
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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.