Through Glade and Mead: A Contribution to Local Natural HistoryPutnam, Davis, 1894 - 332 sider |
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A Contribution to Local Natural History Joseph Jackson. Wild Asters, In autumn when we take our walks abroad Above us rest tie silent stars : below. Tie silent star-flowers rest. THROUGH GLADE AND MEAD A CONTRIBUTION TO LOCAL NATURAL ...
A Contribution to Local Natural History Joseph Jackson. Wild Asters, In autumn when we take our walks abroad Above us rest tie silent stars : below. Tie silent star-flowers rest. THROUGH GLADE AND MEAD A CONTRIBUTION TO LOCAL NATURAL ...
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... Forest Glade . " Around me stood the ouks and jirs : Pine - cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over me soared the eternal sky . Full of light and of deity . " -R . W. EMERSON . Morgan Wild Asters . In autumn when we take our.
... Forest Glade . " Around me stood the ouks and jirs : Pine - cones and acorns lay on the ground ; Over me soared the eternal sky . Full of light and of deity . " -R . W. EMERSON . Morgan Wild Asters . In autumn when we take our.
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A Contribution to Local Natural History Joseph Jackson. Morgan Wild Asters . In autumn when we take our walks abroad Above us rest the silent stars ; below , The silent star - flowers rest . A CONTRIBUTION TO LOCAL NATURAL HISTORY BY JOSEPH ...
A Contribution to Local Natural History Joseph Jackson. Morgan Wild Asters . In autumn when we take our walks abroad Above us rest the silent stars ; below , The silent star - flowers rest . A CONTRIBUTION TO LOCAL NATURAL HISTORY BY JOSEPH ...
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... autumn and in spring , we find the same diversity . It is not a cyclorama crowded with pictures at which we may look for a long time without exhaust- ing all their meaning ; it is rather the moving panorama . In music we should say it ...
... autumn and in spring , we find the same diversity . It is not a cyclorama crowded with pictures at which we may look for a long time without exhaust- ing all their meaning ; it is rather the moving panorama . In music we should say it ...
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... . The prospect from the top of our favorite hill has much in it which reminds us of the late autumn . The nearer hills are for the most part robed in brown , with here and there patches of dark evergreen pines or spruces THE MARCH WOODS.
... . The prospect from the top of our favorite hill has much in it which reminds us of the late autumn . The nearer hills are for the most part robed in brown , with here and there patches of dark evergreen pines or spruces THE MARCH WOODS.
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Side 102 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Side 99 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Side 134 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Side 81 - To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. "An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. "He dried his wings: like gauze they grew: Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.
Side 131 - Now the bright morning star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Side 86 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Side 79 - They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land; far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd; and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West; thro...
Side 129 - WHEN beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below. Ere russet fields their green resume, Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare, To meet thee, when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air. Of all her train, the hands of Spring First plant thee in the watery mould, And I have seen thee blossoming Beside the snow-bank's edges cold.
Side 133 - Fetch me that flower ; the herb I showed thee once : The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid. Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Side 129 - Oft, in the sunless April day, Thy early smile has stayed my walk ; But midst the gorgeous blooms of May, I passed thee on thy humble stalk. So they, who climb to wealth, forget The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them — but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride.