Our Friend John BurroughsHoughton Mifflin, 1914 - 286 Seiten Biography of the American author and naturalist born in Roxbury, N.Y. |
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April asked beauty bird bobolinks born brothers Burroughs's cabin called Cañon Catskills charm Cooperstown Delaware County dreams early Emerson essay eyes farm boy farmer Father feel felt fields friends Gilbert White girl Grandfather hand Harpersfield hear heard heart hermit thrush hills Hiram impression interest John Burroughs John Muir later letter literary lived look meadow miles mind morning Mother mountain mountain brook nature neighbor nest never old home old red sandstone Pepacton poem poet reader religious remember Riverby road rocks Roxbury scenes seems Slabsides soil soul spiles spring stone wall stood streams summer talk taste tell things Thoreau thought tion told took trees trout truth Ulster County Uncle Waiting Wake-Robin walk Whitman wild winter wonder WOODCHUCK LODGE woods writing written wrote Yosemite youth
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Seite 220 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed ; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, — The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Seite 182 - 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. 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...
Seite 183 - The waters know their own and draw The brook that springs in yonder heights; So flows the good with equal law Unto the soul of pure delights.
Seite 19 - And he came near, and kissed him: and he smelled the smell of his raiment, and blessed him, and said, See, the smell of my son is as the smell of a field which the LORD hath blessed...
Seite 70 - Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion, and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.
Seite 272 - And yonder bluebird with the earth tinge on his breast and the sky tinge on his back, — did he come down out of heaven on that bright March morning when he told us so softly and plaintively that, if we pleased, spring had come? Indeed, there is nothing in the return of the birds more curious and suggestive than in the first appearance, or rumors of the appearance, of this little blue-coat.
Seite 180 - 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.
Seite 21 - IT is, I find, in zoology as it is in botany: all nature is so full, that that district produces the greatest variety which is the most examined.
Seite 157 - ... of the appearance, of this little blue-coat. The bird at first seems a mere wandering voice in the air; one hears its call or carol on some bright March morning, but is uncertain of its source or direction; it falls like a drop of rain when no cloud is visible; one looks and listens, but to no purpose.
Seite 197 - HE sought the old scenes with eager feet — The scenes he had known as a boy; " Oh, for a draught of those fountains sweet, And a taste of that vanished joy!