Songs of NatureJohn Burroughs Doubleday, Page & Company, 1901 - 359 páginas |
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... calm and quiet a delight Is it , alone , To read and meditate and write , By none offended , and offending none ! To walk , ride , sit , or sleep at one's own ease ; And , pleasing a man's self , none other to dis- please . O my beloved ...
... calm and quiet a delight Is it , alone , To read and meditate and write , By none offended , and offending none ! To walk , ride , sit , or sleep at one's own ease ; And , pleasing a man's self , none other to dis- please . O my beloved ...
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... . Far from thy mad fantastic ways I here have found a resting - place Of poor wayfaring men : Calm as the hermit in his grot I here enjoy my happy lot , And solid pleasures gain . Along the hill or dewy mead In sweet forgetfulness I. 4.
... . Far from thy mad fantastic ways I here have found a resting - place Of poor wayfaring men : Calm as the hermit in his grot I here enjoy my happy lot , And solid pleasures gain . Along the hill or dewy mead In sweet forgetfulness I. 4.
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... calm oblivion's humble grot ? Who but would cast his pomp away , To take my staff , and amice gray ; And to the world's tumultuous stage Prefer the blameless hermitage ? PACK CLOUDS AWAY P By Thomas Heywood ACK clouds away 9.
... calm oblivion's humble grot ? Who but would cast his pomp away , To take my staff , and amice gray ; And to the world's tumultuous stage Prefer the blameless hermitage ? PACK CLOUDS AWAY P By Thomas Heywood ACK clouds away 9.
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... calm rivers , lakes , and seas , Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high , Are each paved with the moon and these . I bind the sun's throne with the burning zone , And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim ...
... calm rivers , lakes , and seas , Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high , Are each paved with the moon and these . I bind the sun's throne with the burning zone , And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim ...
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... calm it was ! the silence there — By such a chain was bound , That even the busy woodpecker Made stiller by her sound The inviolable quietness ; The breath of peace we drew With its soft motion made not less The calm that round us grew ...
... calm it was ! the silence there — By such a chain was bound , That even the busy woodpecker Made stiller by her sound The inviolable quietness ; The breath of peace we drew With its soft motion made not less The calm that round us grew ...
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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.