With the Birds in MaineHoughton, Mifflin, 1904 - 300 pages |
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alder flycatcher alighted appeared baby Baltimore oriole beak beautiful began bewitching bird bird-lover bird-student black-throated green warbler bobolink branches camp CASCO BAY cedar-bird charming chebec chipmunk close coast of Maine creatures crossbill delightful dress eccentric eyes feet fellow flew flycatcher green grove head heard hour interesting kingbird least flycatcher leaves loitering flight looking loud mate morning moss mysterious neighbor nest nestling never nook notes old spruce olive-backed olive-sided flycatcher once oriole party parula peculiar piazza plumage purple finch rain redstart robin rocks sandpiper sang seemed seen shore side sight silent singer singing sitting sometimes song sound sparrow spot stood strange swallows sweet talk tall throat thrush tone tree tree-tops trunk turned twig usual uttered veery voice warbler watched white-throat white-throated sparrow wild window wings winter wren woods yellow warbler young youngsters
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Page 144 - Behold the Sea, The opaline, the plentiful and strong, Yet beautiful as is the rose in June, Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July ; Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds, Purger of earth, and medicine of men ; Creating a sweet climate by my breath, Washing out harms and griefs from memory, And, in my mathematic ebb and flow, Giving a hint of that which changes not.
Page 112 - O'er which the friendly elm-tree heaves An emerald roof with sculptured eaves. Below, the noisy World drags by In the old way, because it must, The bride with heartbreak in her eye, The mourner following hated dust : Thy duty, winged flame of Spring, Is but to love, and fly, and sing. Oh, happy life, to soar and sway Above the life by mortals led, Singing the merry months away, Master, not slave of daily bread, And, when the Autumn comes, to flee Wherever sunshine beckons thee...
Page 38 - All my hurts My garden spade can heal. A woodland walk, A quest of river -grapes, a mocking thrush, A wild- rose, or rock-loving columbine, Salve my worst wounds.
Page 106 - are produced, either by nature, by fortune, or by art. The greatest and fairest by one or other of the two first, the least and imperfect by the last.
Page 240 - I read each misty mountain sign, I know the voice of wave and pine, And I am yours, and ye are mine. Life's burdens fall, its discords cease, I lapse into the glad release Of Nature's own exceeding peace.
Page 264 - Be but the baby in the mask. Behind gray hairs and furrowed brow And withered look that life puts on, Each, as he wears it, comes to know How the child hides, and is not gone.
Page 20 - The gods talk in the breath of the woods, They talk in the shaken pine, And fill the long reach of the old seashore With dialogue divine; And the poet who overhears Some random word they say Is the fated man of men Whom the ages must obey...
Page 2 - ... islands and salt inlets fringe the deep-cut shore line; where balsam firs and bayberry bushes send their fragrance far seaward, and song-sparrows sing all day, and the tide runs plashing in and out among the weedy ledges; where cowbells tinkle on the hills and herons stand in the shady coves — on the lonely coast of Maine stood a small gray house facing the morning light.