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... heard the chorus of the farm - yards , the jubilee of the birds . -TROWBRIDGE . The metamorphosis of the sisters of Meleager : Post cinerem , cineres haustos ad pectora pressant , Affusaeque iacent tumulo ; signataque saxo Nomina ...
... heard the chorus of the farm - yards , the jubilee of the birds . -TROWBRIDGE . The metamorphosis of the sisters of Meleager : Post cinerem , cineres haustos ad pectora pressant , Affusaeque iacent tumulo ; signataque saxo Nomina ...
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... heard . - EMERSON . Passing the song of the hermit - bird and the tallying song of my soul . - WHITMAN . To take alcyonum here and elsewhere in Propertius with Butler as ' merely seabirds ' is to ignore the metamorphosis of the bird ...
... heard . - EMERSON . Passing the song of the hermit - bird and the tallying song of my soul . - WHITMAN . To take alcyonum here and elsewhere in Propertius with Butler as ' merely seabirds ' is to ignore the metamorphosis of the bird ...
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... heard the kingfisher Who from his God escaped with crumpled crest And the white medal hanging on his breast . -BAYARD TAYLOR . " Go ! Thou shalt fish for minnows all thy life ! " Wrathful , the King the magic sentence heard ; He strove ...
... heard the kingfisher Who from his God escaped with crumpled crest And the white medal hanging on his breast . -BAYARD TAYLOR . " Go ! Thou shalt fish for minnows all thy life ! " Wrathful , the King the magic sentence heard ; He strove ...
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... heard . The rattle of the kingfisher . - EMERSON . His are resplendent eyes ; His mien is kingliwise ; And down the May wind rides he like a king , With more than royal purple on his wing . -MAURICE THOMPSON . Over the river , loud ...
... heard . The rattle of the kingfisher . - EMERSON . His are resplendent eyes ; His mien is kingliwise ; And down the May wind rides he like a king , With more than royal purple on his wing . -MAURICE THOMPSON . Over the river , loud ...
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... heard no more When Freedom's monarch bird shall soar . - READ . Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land . - DRAKE . Vid . also The Conquered Banner ...
... heard no more When Freedom's monarch bird shall soar . - READ . Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land . - DRAKE . Vid . also The Conquered Banner ...
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acalanthis aethera ALBERT PIKE ales ALEXANDER WILSON American parallels ANNE BRADSTREET anser Anth AQUILA atque avem aves avis Baehrens bird blackbird bubo cantus Carm ciconia columba cornix corvus crane crow cuckoo CYCNUS dove doves Duyckinck eagle Fable flight Fowler Geor goose Greek Griswold haec halcyon hawk Hermit Thrush heron hirundo illa inter Iovis Ital Kettell lark Latin poets luscinia MART metamorphosis mihi mocking-bird myth nest nidum nightingale noctua nunc o'er Ovid palumbes Passer pennas pennis perdix Philomela Phoenix PLAUT Plin plumas Progne quae quam Quid quod raven reference Robin Roman saepe SARAH HELEN WHITMAN sibi Silv sing song Sparrow spring Stat Stedman stork Stymphalian bird swallow swan tamen Tereus Theb Thompson thou Thrush tibi turdus turtur Verg volucres vulture Wackernagel Warde Fowler whip-poor-will wild wings wood-thrush
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Page 87 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 37 - In summo custos Tarpeiae Manlius arcis Stabat pro templo et Capitolia celsa tenebat, Romuleoque recens horrebat regia culmo. Atque hic auratis volitans argenteus anser 655 Porticibus Gallos in limine adesse canebat...
Page 26 - I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody ! How public, like a frog, To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!
Page 119 - These are the days when birds come back, A very few, a bird or two, To take a backward look. These are the days when skies put on The old, old sophistries of June, A blue and gold mistake.
Page 211 - A haze on the far horizon, The infinite, tender sky, The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields, And the wild geese sailing high; And all over upland and lowland, The charm of the goldenrod — Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it God.
Page 65 - Apollo, ne, si forte suas repetitum venerit olim grex avium plumas, moveat cornicula risum furtivis nudata coloribus.
Page 87 - Haud secus atque alto in luco cum forte catervae Consedere avium, piscosove amne Padusae Dant sonitum rauci per stagna loquacia cycni. 'Immo,' ait, 'o cives,' arrepto tempore Turnus, ' Cogite concilium, et pacem laudate sedentes : 460 'Illi armis in regna ruunt.
Page 73 - Tum liquidas corvi presso ter gutture voces 410 aut quater ingeminant, et saepe cubilibus altis nescio qua praeter solitum dulcedine laeti inter se in foliis strepitant...
Page 184 - Ossa tegit tumulus, tumulus pro corpore magnus, Quo lapis exiguus par sibi carmen habet: „Colligor ex ipso dominae placuisse sepulcro; Ora fuere mihi plus ave docta loqui.
Page 99 - And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the jay in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me, And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.