By-ways and Bird NotesJ. B. Alden, 1885 - Всего страниц: 179 |
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Стр. 106 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Стр. 62 - Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Стр. 98 - ... My lips, drawn in, said not Alas ! My hair was over in the grass, My naked ears heard the day pass. My eyes, wide open, had the run Of some ten weeds to fix upon; Among those few, out of the sun, The woodspurge flowered, three cups in one. From perfect grief there need not be Wisdom or even memory: One thing then learnt remains to me, — The woodspurge has a cup of three.
Стр. 63 - And the river that I sate upon, It made such a noise as it ron, Accordaunt with the birdes armony, Me thought it was the best melody That might ben yheard of any mon.
Стр. 61 - Beauty LET us use it while we may Snatch those joys that haste away! Earth her winter coat may cast, And renew her beauty past: But, our winter come, in vain We solicit spring again; And when our furrows snow shall cover, Love may return but never lover.
Стр. 121 - Croak, croak, croak," you hear one muttering, and with your eyes yet unopened and the silence and stillness of sleep scarcely gone from you, you wonder where he is sitting. On what green tussock, with his big eyes jetting out and his angular legs akimbo, does he squat ? Suddenly, "Chug !" You know how he leaped up, spread out his limbs, turned down his head and struck into the water like a shot. You chuckle grimly to yourself, turn over in your hammock, and all is forgotten. Then the...
Стр. 13 - ... individual and unique. The bird appeared to be dying of an ecstasy of musical inspiration. The lower it fell the louder and more rapturous became its voice, until the song ended on the ground in a burst of incomparable vocal power. It remained for a short time, after its song was ended, crouching where it had fallen, with its wings outspread, and quivering and panting as if utterly exhausted ; then it leaped boldly into the air and flew away into an adjacent thicket. Since then, as I have said,...
Стр. 100 - I have swung in the muscadine vines, slowly feasting on the great purple globes, while the raccoons fought savagely in the trees hard by, and a clear river gently murmured below. Next to the muscadine among wild fruits I rate the papaw as best. It is genuinely wild, rich, racy, and to me palatable and digestible. I once sent a box of papaws to a great Boston author, whose friendship I chanced to possess, and was much disappointed to learn that the musty odor of the fruit was very distasteful to him....
Стр. 100 - Carolina grows a grape, known by the musical name of muscadine, which I esteem as altogether the wildest and raciest of all wild fruit. Its juice has the musty taste of old wine along with a strange aromatic quality peculiarly its own. On splendid moonlight nights I have swung in the muscadine vines, slowly feasting on the great purple globes, wdiile the raccoons fought savagely in the trees hard by, and a clear river gently murmured below.
Стр. 12 - I have not exactly kept the date of my first actual observation, but it was late in April, or very early in May; for the crab-apple trees, growing wild in the Georgian hills, were in full bloom, and spring had come to stay. I had been out since the first sparkle of daylight. The sun was rising, and I had been standing quite still for some minutes, watching a mocking-bird that was singing in a snatchy, broken way, as it fluttered about in a thick-topped crab-apple tree thirty yards distant from me....