Songs of NatureJohn Burroughs Doubleday, Page & Company, 1901 - 359 páginas |
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... thing that makes a poem anyway is emotion- the emotion of love , of beauty , of sublimity and these emotions playing about the reality result in the true Nat- ure poetry as in Wordsworth , Emerson , and Bryant . The poet is not so much ...
... thing that makes a poem anyway is emotion- the emotion of love , of beauty , of sublimity and these emotions playing about the reality result in the true Nat- ure poetry as in Wordsworth , Emerson , and Bryant . The poet is not so much ...
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... things here ! How beautiful the fields appear ! How cleanly do we feed and lie ! Lord ! what good hours do we keep ! How quietly we sleep ! What peace , what unanimity ! How innocent from the lewd fashion Is all our business , all our ...
... things here ! How beautiful the fields appear ! How cleanly do we feed and lie ! Lord ! what good hours do we keep ! How quietly we sleep ! What peace , what unanimity ! How innocent from the lewd fashion Is all our business , all our ...
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... things seem only one In the universal sun . Tx TO THE RAINBOW . By Thomas Campbell RIUMPHAL arch , that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part , I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art . Still seem as to my childhood's ...
... things seem only one In the universal sun . Tx TO THE RAINBOW . By Thomas Campbell RIUMPHAL arch , that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part , I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art . Still seem as to my childhood's ...
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... things that own not man's dominion dwell , And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not ...
... things that own not man's dominion dwell , And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not ...
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... things pass , Hush , ab hush ! and the Scythes are swinging Over the clover , over the grass ! THE CROCUS By Harriet Eleanor Hamilton King UT of the frozen earth below , Out of the melting of the snow , No flower , but a film , I push ...
... things pass , Hush , ab hush ! and the Scythes are swinging Over the clover , over the grass ! THE CROCUS By Harriet Eleanor Hamilton King UT of the frozen earth below , Out of the melting of the snow , No flower , but a film , I push ...
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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.