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ashes aster autumn beach beauty bees bird blackberry blades blossom blue bright cat-tail CELIA THAXTER clouds color corn creature dark drift drop earth EMBER DAYS fall fancy favored field fire flame flower forest frost gather gilt top golden-rod grass green ground groundling hear heard heaven Hillsboro ical Indian Indian corn insect JOHN BURROUGHS killdeer Lake land leaf leaves light line of beauty listen live look maize maple Mondamin morning musical myste naiad Nature neighbor ness never night nuthatch observe ologist perhaps plant plow poets rain river season seems seen shore sleep snow soft soil sometimes sound spider spirit spring stars storm stream suggests summer sunshine sure sweet sylvan thistle THOREAU thou tical tion touch trees Truesdale voice waves weather wild wind wings winter witch-hazel wonder wood
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Page 256 - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Page 223 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, <*> The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams...
Page 241 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 271 - Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Page 234 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge,
Page 98 - gainst the streams, To taste the luxury of sunny beams Temper'd with coolness. How they ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand! If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one will remain; But turn your eye, and they are there again.
Page 217 - Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Page 234 - As when, upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence, and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave...
Page 73 - A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands, How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?
Page 217 - I never knew before what beds, Fragrant to smell, and soft to touch, The forest sifts and shapes and spreads ; I never knew before how much Of human sound there is in such Low tones as through the forest sweep, When all wild things lie "down to sleep.