The Face of the Fields

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Houghton Mifflin, 1911 - 250 стор.

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Сторінка 148 - gainst time or fate. For, lo ! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face.
Сторінка 201 - Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after its kind...
Сторінка 147 - Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone ? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up its fruit of tears.
Сторінка 144 - Burroughs's work as a whole, and it is beyond dispute the most complete, the most revealing, of all our out-door literature. His pages lie open like the surface of a pond, sensitive to every wind, or calm as the sky, holding the clouds and the distant blue, and the dragon-fly, stiff-winged and pinned to the golden knob of a spatterdock. All out-door existence, all out-door phenomena, are deeply interesting to him. There is scarcely a form of outdoor life, scarcely a piece of landscape, or natural...
Сторінка 116 - The rattle and hurry of the journey so perfectly roused it, that when I turned it out on a border, it walked twice down to the bottom of my garden ; however in the evening, the weather being cold, it buried itself in the loose mould and continues still concealed.
Сторінка 66 - THE evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is the half-mown plain, Silent the swaths! the ringing wain, The mower's cry, the dog's alarms, All housed within the sleeping farms 1 The business of the day is done, The last-left haymaker is gone.
Сторінка 233 - But to resume our old theme of scholars and their whereabout,' said the Baron, with an unusual glow, caught no doubt from the golden sunshine, imprisoned, like the student Anselmus, in the glass bottle ; ' where should the scholar live ? In solitude or in society ? In the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart of nature beat, or in the dark, gray city...
Сторінка 147 - I cannot tell what the simple apparition of the earth and sky mean to me; I think that at rare intervals one sees that they have an immense spiritual meaning, altogether unspeakable, and that they are the great helps, after all.
Сторінка 46 - They offered no resistance; they hadn't had time. Nor did they have the disposition, for I looked strange, not to say dangerous. Hatless, dewsoaked, smeared with yellow mud, and holding, as if it were a baby or a bomb, a little tin pail of sand. "'Crazy...
Сторінка 31 - And then it hastens on with the thanks in order to get to the turtles, as if turtles were the one and only thing of real importance in all the world. Turtles no doubt are important, extremely important, embryologically, as part of our genealogical tree ; but they are away down among the roots of the tree as compared with the late Rev. Zadoc Thompson of Burlington. I happen to know nothing about the Rev. Zadoc, but to me he looks very interesting. Indeed any reverend gentleman of his name and day...

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