Wild Scenes and Song-birdsLeavitt and Allen, 1858 - 347 σελίδες |
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... HAWKS , 287 CHAPTER XIII . MY WIFE'S STORY OF HER PET FINCHES , 307 CHAPTER XIV . OUT OF DOORS WITH NATURE ,. 318 CHAPTER XV . GHOST - FLOWER AND CHILD - A DREAM , 335 WILD SCENES AND SONG - BIRDS . CHAPTER I. NATURE X CONTENTS .
... HAWKS , 287 CHAPTER XIII . MY WIFE'S STORY OF HER PET FINCHES , 307 CHAPTER XIV . OUT OF DOORS WITH NATURE ,. 318 CHAPTER XV . GHOST - FLOWER AND CHILD - A DREAM , 335 WILD SCENES AND SONG - BIRDS . CHAPTER I. NATURE X CONTENTS .
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... hawk's swoop - I clutched my gun , preparing to fire the moment he should alight . He had to pass , of course , near my little lodge , that I thought had been so dexterously concealed , in imitation of a pile of wood and snow , but ...
... hawk's swoop - I clutched my gun , preparing to fire the moment he should alight . He had to pass , of course , near my little lodge , that I thought had been so dexterously concealed , in imitation of a pile of wood and snow , but ...
Σελίδα 27
... hawks , and owls , & c . , their natural enemies , they have , of course , to expect no mercy at any time . The noise of their restless cluckings , flutterings and shift- ings , begins to subside a few hours after dark . The birds have ...
... hawks , and owls , & c . , their natural enemies , they have , of course , to expect no mercy at any time . The noise of their restless cluckings , flutterings and shift- ings , begins to subside a few hours after dark . The birds have ...
Σελίδα 67
... Hawk ? Hey ! what a gush ! -what a rolling , limpid gush ! Ah ! my dain- ty Red - Breast , at thy matins early ! Mew ! What , pussy ? No , the Cat - Bird ; hear its low , liquid love - notes linger round the roses by the garden walk ...
... Hawk ? Hey ! what a gush ! -what a rolling , limpid gush ! Ah ! my dain- ty Red - Breast , at thy matins early ! Mew ! What , pussy ? No , the Cat - Bird ; hear its low , liquid love - notes linger round the roses by the garden walk ...
Σελίδα 69
... with that light , gray plumage so delicately marked on the breast , and looks so warlike with the black mark under its eye ! Ah ! I see its bill is very hooked ; it gives it quite the appearance of a little hawk ! BOYHOOD AND BIRDS . 69.
... with that light , gray plumage so delicately marked on the breast , and looks so warlike with the black mark under its eye ! Ah ! I see its bill is very hooked ; it gives it quite the appearance of a little hawk ! BOYHOOD AND BIRDS . 69.
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American Robin amidst animal Artist Audubon Bald Eagle BALTIMORE ORIOLE beak beautiful beneath blue birds breath Brownie cage called chirp commenced creature crow dark dart deep Eagle earth expression eyes feathers feel fellow fierce fish Fish-Hawk flowers Gentle Bird Golden Eagle habits hand 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 ORCHARD ORIOLE Osprey Painted Finch perch plumage plumes Poet poor prey Richard Harlan river scene scream seemed seen shadow shrike sing song Song Thrush soul sound species spiritual spring strange suddenly sweet thee things thou thought throat tion Todd tree voice watched weary wild wings Wood Thrush Yankee young birds
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Σελίδα 165 - 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.
Σελίδα 302 - Tringae coursing along the sands; trains of ducks streaming over the surface; silent and watchful Cranes, intent and wading; clamorous Crows, and all the winged multitudes that subsist by the bounty of this vast liquid magazine of nature. High over all these hovers one, whose action instantly arrests all his attention.
Σελίδα 54 - mong oldest trees Feel palpitations when thou lookest in : O Moon ! old boughs lisp forth a holier din The while they feel thine airy fellowship. Thou dost bless everywhere, with silver lip Kissing dead things to life.
Σελίδα 197 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Σελίδα 303 - The unencumbered eagle rapidly advances, and is just on the point of reaching his opponent, when, with a sudden scream, probably of despair and honest execration, the latter drops his fish ; the eagle, poising himself for a moment, as if to take a more certain aim, descends like a whirlwind, snatches it in his gra?p ere it reaches the water, and bears his ill-gotten booty silently away to the woods.
Σελίδα 176 - Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again. O blessed Bird ! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial, faery place; That is fit home for Thee ! 1804.
Σελίδα 175 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Σελίδα 90 - ... 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.
Σελίδα 174 - SWIFT as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory and of good, the sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his splendour, and the mask Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth. The smokeless altars of the mountain snows Flamed above crimson clouds, and at the birth Of light, the Ocean's orison arose, To which the birds tempered their matin lay. All flowers in field or forest...
Σελίδα 157 - 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.