Wild Scenes and Song BirdsGeorge P. Putnam & Company, 1854 - 347 стор. |
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... darts in , and the Sparrows skip chirpingly over the curled last - winter leaves ; the yellow- eyed Thrush , with long bounds and drooping wings , splashes plump into the water ; the Cat Bird , with faint purr , glides meekly down ; the ...
... darts in , and the Sparrows skip chirpingly over the curled last - winter leaves ; the yellow- eyed Thrush , with long bounds and drooping wings , splashes plump into the water ; the Cat Bird , with faint purr , glides meekly down ; the ...
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... dart , in play , through and around , to meet them in mysterious whirls of flashing sound . These mystic meanings nature only knew ; my half - awed spirit could but dimly feel them ! Ah ! what calm , delicious hours were those ! Until ...
... dart , in play , through and around , to meet them in mysterious whirls of flashing sound . These mystic meanings nature only knew ; my half - awed spirit could but dimly feel them ! Ah ! what calm , delicious hours were those ! Until ...
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... darts with a low cry - still holding the insect in her mouth . Our hearts sunk -she has discovered all and refuses to ... dart into the hole - stay a moment , and out again with the insect still in her mouth . Then she would circle round ...
... darts with a low cry - still holding the insect in her mouth . Our hearts sunk -she has discovered all and refuses to ... dart into the hole - stay a moment , and out again with the insect still in her mouth . Then she would circle round ...
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... dart from its perch into a thicket , from which there would immediately issue the real cries of a bird on which it had seized . On the banks of the Mississippi , I saw one which for several days in succession had regularly taken its ...
... dart from its perch into a thicket , from which there would immediately issue the real cries of a bird on which it had seized . On the banks of the Mississippi , I saw one which for several days in succession had regularly taken its ...
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... ; and as soon as it perceives a mouse , darts on it like a hawk . It also feeds on crickets and grasshoppers . Its note , in March , resembles the clear creaking of a sign - board in windy weather , 96 WILD SCENES AND SONG - BIRDS .
... ; and as soon as it perceives a mouse , darts on it like a hawk . It also feeds on crickets and grasshoppers . Its note , in March , resembles the clear creaking of a sign - board in windy weather , 96 WILD SCENES AND SONG - BIRDS .
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American Robin amidst animal Artist Audubon Bald Eagle beak beautiful beneath blue birds breath Brownie cage cardinal bird chirp commenced creature crow dark dart deep Eagle earth expression eyes feathers feel fellow fierce Finch fish Fish-Hawk flowers Gentle Bird Golden Eagle habits hand HARVARD COLLEGE hawk head hear heard heart humming bird Kelpie Kentucky knew larvæ light limb living look male manner mate melody mocking bird morning mother naturalist nature nest never night notes numbers Osprey Painted Finch perch plumage plumes Poet poor prey Richard Harlan river says scene scream seemed seen shadow shrike sing song Song Thrush soul sound species spiritual spring strange suddenly sweet tell thee things thou thought throat tion Todd tree voice watched weary wild wings Wood Thrush Yankee young birds
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Сторінка 163 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Сторінка 37 - Sirens' harmony, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, And sing to those that hold the vital shears, And turn the adamantine spindle round On which the fate of gods and men is wound. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie, To lull the daughters of Necessity, And keep unsteady Nature to her law, And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune, which none can hear Of human mould with gross unpurged ear.
Сторінка 175 - Art thou the Bird whom Man loves best, The pious Bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English Robin; The Bird that comes about our doors When Autumn winds are sobbing?
Сторінка 49 - Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart Though but an atom midst immensity, Still I am something, fashioned by Thy hand ! I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth, On the last verge of mortal being stand, Close to the realms where angels have their birth, Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land...
Сторінка 52 - And yet thy benediction passeth not One obscure hiding-place, one little spot Where pleasure may be sent : the nested wren Has thy fair face within its tranquil ken, And from beneath a sheltering ivy leaf Takes glimpses of thee ; thou art a relief To the poor patient oyster, where it sleeps Within its pearly house.
Сторінка 168 - Olympians, 1 see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired. So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours; Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer teeming; Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming.
Сторінка 88 - ... dewy morning, while the woods are already vocal with a multitude of warblers, his admirable song rises preeminent over every competitor. The ear can listen to his music alone, to which that of all the others seems a mere accompaniment.
Сторінка 155 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Сторінка 165 - Of favouring heaven: from their enchanted caves Prophetic echoes flung dim melody. On the unapprehensive wild The vine, the corn, the olive mild, Grew savage yet, to human use unreconciled; And, like unfolded flowers beneath the sea, Like the man's thought dark in the infant's brain, Like aught that is which wraps what is to be, Art's deathless dreams lay veiled by many a vein Of Parian stone; and yet a speechless child, Verse murmured, and Philosophy did strain Her lidless eyes for thee; when o'er...
Сторінка 178 - tis not in The harmony of things, — this hard decree, This uneradicable taint of sin, This boundless upas, this all-blasting tree, Whose root is earth, whose leaves and branches be The skies which rain their plagues on men like dew — Disease, death, bondage — all the woes we see, And worse, the woes we see not — which throb through The immedicable soul, with heart-aches ever new.